Word Count :: 422 lol sie is a douche and forgot itachi has been living with kae so pretend that happens k
The silver-shaded coyote was becoming acutely aware that her birthday was drawing nearer. Wintertime would be soon, and she would pass her eleventh year. The concepts of such things were vague even in her own head, but canines smarter than she had spoken on such subjects before, leaving the less-intelligent Centurion to deduct from their words her own age. Eleven years seemed a long time, and it meant her sons would be old men. Kerberos would already be eight, nine this year—this did not pass the scarred canine's notice. It was possible her eldest son was already dead, but it was possible still he could die of old age before her.
If pressed, the scarred hybrid could not have answered why she was capable of such longevity; certainly, she had not made it a particular venture of hers to preserve her own life early on. On the contrary, she had sought death several times over, and each time he had lingered just beyond her reach. Now, he was certainly the one laughing—with family and clan and reason to carry on, the silver-shaded coyote no longer desired death. Indeed, she feared it. There was little religion in Kaena anymore, but death was only frightening; either the spirits of those she had ripped to pieces waited for her, or an endless, blank unawareness awaited her.<./p>
This had put her in a contemplative, near-surly mood; rather than seek social entertainment or other comforts, she had meandered to the edge of the coyote territory, spending the day hidden up on the mountain. Her mind had been on Samael most of the day. There was not an ounce of remorse or regret within the silvery coyote, and she damn well knew there should have been. No one could know, and Kaena would not be the one to tell them. As the hybrid headed back to the caves, her intention to avoid the world came to a halt as she found granddaughter and great-grandson—the word was repeated with near reverence in her head—waiting near the caves.
“Halo, Itachi,” the coyote said, greeting both of them in a single breath as she zoomed in on the smaller of the pair, nuzzling his shoulders and neck with affection without a moment of hesitation. His startling violet eyes caught her attention; when she last saw them, they were still threaded with tendrils of blue, wavering on the cusp of a reddish-purple. For a short time, the silver-shaded coyote thought he might have ended up with red eyes.
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