Word Count :: 375 Dampwoods, close to Ferni. :O
The sable-shaded coyote had not departed from the vicinity of Halcyon Mountain since the meeting two nights ago. She had not dared to stalk back towards Inferni smelling of wolves. Of course, she could not have known of her mother's friendship with Naniko, and she could not have known that news of the pale wolf's return would have made her mother quite happy. So it was natural that the shadowy female would remain mostly with the encampment of wolves. She was unusually quiet, and she remained reserved despite the other canines' attempts to speak to her. The premise of this place was interesting -- to say the least -- and Eris was dying to escape Inferni, but she did not know if this was it. She had more than herself to think about, anymore.
It was not to say a sudden mothering instinct had fell upon her, barely pregnant, and she suddenly loved whatever grew in her stomach, but she was vaguely aware of the responsibilities and immensity of this undertaking. She did not love Larkspur or yearn for his presence -- she was relatively certain they were his, anyway -- but she wished for someone to instruct her and guide her. Eris had realized this person could very easily be her mother, but something quite close to hate burned in the sable-shaded woman's throat when she thought of the scarred old woman. Some deeper part of the chartreuse-eyed woman did love her mother and maybe always would, but it was small and insignificant. Though there was clear distaste for the woman and what she stood for, there was no thirst for vengeance on Eris's tongue.
For the first time in a few days, she wandered back down the mountain, eventually entering the familiar stretch of woods between Inferni and the Valley pack. Her thoughts were still on her mother, and the coyote hybrid did not know whether she wanted to sulk back behind the ivory skulls or separate herself forever. She had been so certain she would leave, and now, with the opportunity, she was actually thinking about going back. A grimace crossed the sable woman's face, and she leaned against a tree, finding herself tired by even the short walk she had taken.
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