Highway to Hell, [P, J]

Kaena Lykoi · 05-26-2010, 07:07 AM

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The silver-shaded hybrid had not found a trespasser on their land for some time; perhaps they had made a good enough example of the loner who had dared traipse over their borderlands and shatter the skulls lining their forested border during the last summer season. Of course, there was the war, but that manner of trespassing had been a different breed entirely—those canines had come to kill; they were not interested in merely smashing skulls and causing havoc, they wanted blood. The Dahlian war was over, however, and in any case this female did not smell of Dahlia. Even so, this was the first trespasser in a while, and the monochrome coyote was no more pleased with this one than any of the others.

“You're on the wrong side of the border. That's disrespect,” the silver-shaded woman said flatly, drawing back a pace or two from the other woman as she stood and flicked her cigarette to the ground. Kaena was not afraid, but she had grown far more wary since her attack in the fall, and she did not wish to place herself in anything remotely resembling an extremely dangerous situation. This was one wolf on the border—as with any time, the silvery Centurion could have called all of Inferni down to this spot with a howl, and had her torn to pieces. She did not, however, and the hybrid even fell silent, the steady growling from somewhere deep in her throat ceasing as the sable-shaded woman said a name she recognized.

Snake was not unfamiliar to her—he was the Hydra of the clan, part of the trio of warriors that made up the ranks just below herself and Gabriel. They were the most trusted of them all, and the ash-colored woman actually balked at that name, the rage fading from her face, draining away to mere suspicion. Before she could ask what the trespasser desired with the Hydra, she explained, and surprise dawned on the one-eyed woman's face instead as the shadow-furred woman continued, explaining how she felt and how she thought Inferni felt about wolves. Now there was a vague sense of shame within her, and her golden-colored eye wandered away from the other wolf's face, no longer quite so confident. As the other canine finished speaking, she sighed softly. “Well, this clan doesn't approve of your kind when you act like our borders aren't there,” she mumbled, almost as if she was attempting to excuse herself. “Though I can understand why you'd want to see him,” the coyote began, now looking back at the sable-furred female. “But next time you ought to wait at the borders or call for him. Some of us would attack you on sight—I might have, on a bad day,” she said truthfully.

“What is your name? You don't carry any pack's scent. Do you roam alone?” the hybrid asked. She did not yet reveal that they had, in fact, allowed wolves in the clan in their history—Kaena certainly could not make such a decision alone, and she would have to call Snake to ascertain the truthfulness of this wolf's statements. Gabriel was the Aquila, and he would have the final say on whether or not this wolf had the right to call the clan home. The silver-shaded woman had known love a few times in her life, and she also knew what sorts of maniacal things it was capable of making one do.

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