Word Count :: 531 Um, IDK why this post is so long. |:
The past month had dragged slowly for the silver-shaded hybrid. Her wounds had scabbed over, and her limp had improved, but it was still present. Her cave was quiet, and there was a distinctive lack of presence. Vieira was gone—whether the girl had taken to a different part of Inferni or she had left entirely, Kaena had yet to determine. It had only been days since the girl had left the cave, but that in and of itself was significant—she had gone of her own volition. Kaena had not told her to go anywhere, and yet she was gone. There was an odd sense of relief within the scarred woman; though she feared for the younger canine's safety, she was certain the woman would find peace somewhere in the world.
It had been raining forever, it seemed—the scarred woman could not recall having seen the sun at all today. She did not particularly mind, though, as she remained in her cave and didn't venture out at all. She had done her rounds of the borders late last night; they had scouts, and lately it would have seemed many of the coyote clan's newcomers were being nabbed by other members; she had howled for Razekiel to accept someone the other night, trusting her son's judgement. Though Razekiel might not have had the clearest head of them all, the silvery hybrid did not think him incompetent in the least. Perhaps she saw him in a better light than most; motherhood made it quite easy to deny the child's flaws.
A strange voice drew her out of the cave. She did not immediately recognize this voice, though it was familiar enough that she knew it was no stranger. The hybrid woman meandered outward from the cave, her limp far less pronounced than it had been. Still, it was identifiable in her gait, and the scarred coyote was well-aware of that. Even so, she held her head high—this did not mean she was a doomed, senile old thing to be relegated to an elder's position. She still had her rank, for now anyway. The scarred woman meandered toward the voice, realizing it had emanated from the Mansion and not the borders. Curious, the coyote picked up speed, moving toward the noise with more urgency than before. Even so, she paused to shift to her Optime form, intent on hiding her temporary disability. As the wound was on her foreleg, walking on two legs did her quite well.
It was rare to be beckoned for without reason, and Kaena had not yet realized this involved a newcomer—as she loped through the front gardens and saw Silas, her remaining eye widened in confusion. He appeared calm, if still a bit damp. She moved up the porch quietly, regarding him quizzically. She hadn't seen very much of this Russian since his acceptance to Inferni, but his scent had not faded, and his presence within the clan had not faltered to her knowledge; this in and of itself was better than what she had expected from the hybrid man, considering his origins, and the scarred coyote realized she might just have to reassess him.
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