OOC: Trololo~
Night was a welcome distraction for the silver-furred hybrid. Night often meant rest from patrols—she had decreased the amount, but now it took longer to make a loop around, of course, as they'd expanded their territory considerably. Even so, the silver-furred coyote took her time, content to meander along the perimeter for hours at a time, making absolutely certain things were alright. Truth be told, she had no idea how well the others maintained their patrolls—perhaps they believed the war meant the end of danger, no matter how she had and others had stressed otherwise after the war.
The coyote was returning to her caves when the scent of her most recently acquired grandchild caught in her nostrils, and she once again altered course toward him, wondering if the greyscale youth had obtained a place to sleep as of yet. She still thought of him as younger than he was—the coyote woman had yet to discover his heritage and the reason for his size. It hardly mattered, though—he was her prize, delivered through Samael to Inferni. “Where do you sleep, Mkhai?” she said, trying the name on her tongue. The hybrid woman did not object to her children's naming conventions, but she had her favorites and least favorites, of course.
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