Wow, I suck. :|
The silver-furred coyote had heard of Rikka's attack, but she had been spared the details, for the moment she had heard it muttered she had set out for the golden-furred woman's cave, her Optime form slinking through the caves quickly. She was of no use in patching the woman up; the hybrid female was far from a medic, and anything beyond a bruise or scratch that could be cured in puppyhood by a loving lick or nuzzle was far beyond her. Still, the hybrid woman felt it necessary to see Rikka. After their last meeting the silver-furred canid had felt there was something to prove; her daughter required proof of her mother's fealty to all that was Inferni, especially family.
An argument was nothing between them, and the coyote woman repeated this as she hesitated outside of the woman's cave. “Rikka?” the coyote called softly. She did not want to wake the other canine lest she was sleeping. Such a thing would be wise after an encounter like whatever Rikka had encountered—the coyote woman had not waited to hear the details of this occurrence before leaping off to see her daughter. The hybrid's sable-tipped tail flickered back and forth in anxiousness, her coal ears folded almost flat against her skull.
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