quite eradicated
Few understood the need or the reason for his faith. A man of science would have scoffed; they were primitive things, these canines, and what good did hope do for them? He had never heard the Voice or seen a vision, but there was a desire within him to believe that what he did here ultimately mattered. As it stood, he had little to ground him to this place otherwise—if he truly did not care for things like responsibility and duty he would have fled Inferni and gone after the sister who abandoned him thrice over now.
So the golden coyote continued to smile that thing, embittered thing, and quite enjoyed watching her squirm. She hated him; this he believed. Perhaps one day he would understand why, and seek the sort of madness that drove her to hate those whose simple sin was to break away from a place that could not bind them. Weakness still lived in Inferni; they lacked the common unity that came from a singular enemy.
“See to your own, then,” he commented, amber eyes roving over the wounds on her body. “It would be a shame if anything happened to you,” the coyote echoed, and moved to leave her. He walked without true hurry, though his pace was brisk. It was time to sort things out himself.
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