The silver-shaded coyote's single eye remained on her companion, her face carefully still. The scar tissue often obscured her emotions, but as the Centurion was a volatile creature at heart, this did not always work so well. She feared all her emotions might spill over now if she let so much as an ounce out, and she did not want Tayui or anyone else to know just how frightened she really was. Maybe if she kept it hidden away, maybe if she buried it deep enough, it would leave her. At this point in her long life, she should have realized the futility of such an action. She could not swallow fear away. Such a thing did not work.
The red and blue eyes of her companion were darkened with sorrow and rage, and the silver coyote could not help her sympathy from bubbling outward. She frowned, nodding her head. Family needed to be protected, and she was sorry for Tayui. She was sorry the pale wolf had not learned this lesson in a less harsh fashion. The same could have been said for her with Maeryn, with Ikatha, with Baneesh—she had learned the very same lesson in a similar manner. “I will teach you what I know,” the hybrid woman said. “You'll have your blood, and you'll know how to spill it yourself, too,” the coyote said. Her voice was weary, resigned; she was not one to regret killing, but even those deaths she knew were justified haunted her—would she see their ghosts again in the afterlife? Even so, Haku was bound to die, and though the chocolate-colored wolf would not die solely at the request of this pale wolf, Kaena would kill him with the Aniwayan's daughter in mind.
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