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[Celina]

A fluffy red tail dangles from the left side of her mouth, the last remnant of a fox squirrel that had been just a hair too slow. Celina is bringing it back to Elio, but she pauses in her journey toward the center of the forest when she catches the scent of a stranger. Her father has been teaching her the importance of protecting her home, and Celina is eager for an opportunity to show Wolfbane that she is taking his lessons to heart. The squirrel tail forgotten, the pale two-year old canters toward the border. The sound of her hooves muffles the conversation ahead of her, and by the time the white horse reaches the border, Adarra is just stepping toward a spread-winged Reia and whomever the intruder might be. Celina can;’t see them behind the impressive spread of her sister-in-law’s wings. Only when Reia folds them and Celina comes nearer does she see the stranger. It’s a pretty mare with pretty spots, quite reminiscent of the sunset boy with whom Celina had often played with. His recent visit to Taiga is fresh in her memory, and the green-eyed girl edges closer to the conversation with curiosity in her eyes. Of course, curiosity looks rather like hunger on the face of the crocodilian creature, and the smile she turns to give her family members is simply a more intense baring of those teeth. Celina likes teeth, though, and she also likes Reia. She is not yet sure how she feels about the pale filly that stands beside Reia. Adarra is her niece, she knows, but she does not smell like a hunter – not like her mother. Celina will give her a few months to grow into it; she’d eaten her share of greenery before her adult teeth had come in and the urge to stalk had been encouraged by her sire. Celina looks admiringly at the faint wisps of smoke that rise from Reia’s mouth. Pteron had picked an excellent wife, Celina knows. Better than he deserves, really. Reia is terrifying, and Celina does not envy the unfamiliar mare who she faces. “You two know each other?” Celina asks, her words slurred as always, pressed through those protruding teeth. She almost says something else, but instead tilts her scaled jaw curiously, glancing back and forth between the two older horses. celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type