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It had been two weeks since the silver-shaded coyote had fought him and lost. Her efforts had not been in vain, however—she had weakened him, she had taken his blood and cleaved his flesh with her fangs, and paved the way for Gabriel to finish the job. It had not been hers to take from him, but in her heart she knew a younger self would have been able to finish the job. She should have been able to best him herself, and yet she had nearly died once again. The idea that she was simply too old anymore haunted her, and she could not begin to admit such things aloud. She was not weak, she was not old. Inferni needed her; Gabriel needed her. She could not and she would not admit weakness.
It was slow going from her cave to Mansion. She had intended to seek some kind of medical plant in relief of her wounds, yet the only kind she knew of was what Naniko had described. Even then, she did not know how to prepare such things, so she had sulked about the mansion and the greenhouse for a few moments, sorely wishing for Anselm's presence and general expertise in anything she seemed to need. After some time had passed, however, the silvery coyote moved on, finding no one around. Instead, she followed a scent—it was one she did not recognize, yet there was the strangest hint of familiarity to it.
She followed along the creek, absently trailing after this scent. She had not accepted newcomers herself lately, though she supposed the past few weeks spent in recovery would have something to do with that. Gabriel was, after all, perfectly capable of doing so himself. Even so, both of them had been injured, and the hybrid wondered if perhaps someone else had taken up the duties of leadership. Or maybe she had simply taken longer to recover than her younger child. The silver-shaded hybrid hesitated at the sight of another canine, stopping to take in her Optime form before continuing forward. There was familiarity in the woman's every feature; her fur was Gabriel's own, her face and entire body shape called back to Kaena's own. Uncertain, though driven forward by curiosity, the coyote woman called out softly. “Hello,” she said. Recognition of her own blood was certain, but of course, the coyote woman had no way of knowing just who this was.
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