The girl seems confused that I don't want puppies from her. She wrinkles up her nose, her eyes disgruntled. She doesn't seem to fully understand why I use the word family when she talks about puppies. Perhaps she thinks she can make them all by herself? I do understand how puppies are made, if anything. I didn't need Hyperion or Fiera to explain it for me. I understand that bloodlines are important but I don't feel the need to have tiny me's running around, not any time soon, anyway.

She keeps her eyes wide, a strange way to stare at someone so I guess it's good that I'm not self conscious. I can handle the staring. I start thinking about the exotica line and how Hyperion explained it to me in Iliria. I killed a wolf so I'm not officially an exotica wolf, a part of the family. I can initiate other wolves but I'm expected to be extremely picky. I tilt my head, studying Seren again. She is a strange one. I wonder if she could be exotica. She'd have to learn how to kill first. She's already quite deranged, talking about wanting other wolves' eyes. I wonder how many she's managed to collect for herself. The way she keeps staring at my eyes, I'm pretty sure she wants to add them to this mystery collection already. Too bad I don't plan on dying any time soon.

She listens but she doesn't seem to udnerstand why I'm asking so many questions. They may nto mean much to her but to me, they're valuable information. I'm a very curious creature. I like to know everything about everything and other wolves are no different. They are little more than insects to me, insects to be studied and experimented on. Seren would be very valuable to study since I don't want her dead, at least not yet. She looks down, back to tracing her paw in the sand as she thinks. The silence drags on but I'm not detered, my focus never leaves her.

Finally she speaks. Her name is Seren. She lives in a pack called Iromar. I would have picked that for her out of the others, anyway. None of them would seem to match her taste but that one. They are more accepting than the others. They accept wolves like Tobias, who kills smaller innocent wolves. They accept wolves like Jaidah, the cannibal, who also seems to be the one taking care of Seren now. No wonder she likes body parts. It won't be long till she's eating them. She looks back down at her paws then back up at me, still confused as ever. I nod in acknowledgement, giving her time to think on her next answer.

She tells me that her objective is to change. That's an odd objective, which only makes her more intriguing to me. She looks back down at the wolf and I follow her gaze as she tells me that the wolf's eyes are an option. I don't understand but I let her speak anyway. She goes on about how the wolf wouldn't sit still, how no one does. She says that she needs the eyes but they don't last long. She says the fur and bones last much longer. I nod, agreeing. Yes, bones and fur would last longer. They take much longer to decompose. My eyes continue to watch her but I'm not grossed out or disgusted by what I'm hearing, only more interested.

She wants to know about me now. She asks what I'm called and if I like the eyes. I smirk, eyes glowing since she seems to have more to say but she's choosing to keep it to herself.

"I don't have a mother. The one who gave me life called me Daemon. That's what Hyperion called me too. He was just my sperm donor. I don't think her eyes are ugly but I like mine better."

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