Vesper was never far from the borders these days. She stalked through the vegetation with an enduring four-legged gait, her senses awake to danger. The attacks on Inferni soil had kindled a slow-burning rage in the coyote hybrid, and she was more paranoid than ever. But her paranoia was polished; she was used to keeping an eye open to danger at all times. Life had not been unduly cruel to her, but it had not been kind, either.
Her patrol was halted by the high cry of a clanmate, and her muscles stiffened under patchy tawny fur as she froze. There was only a summoning in the call rather than panic, but she was no less cautious as she turned and padded in the direction of her pygmy comrade’s voice.
The scent of blood was in the air as she padded within sight of Zana and the dark stranger, but it was lapine rather that canine. The coywolf halted, her pale blue eyes trailing over the small, sylphlike shape of the night-dark female and her wooden spear. She was surprised to see a coyote so dark, but then she remembered Ángel. Where his eyes were a blue ice similar to her own, however, this woman’s gaze was red as wine.
She blinked and was back in the present. “Who do we have here?” she asked, a supercilious smirk flitting across her lips.
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