Word Count → 402 :: <3 Could wrap up after this post, or you posty once more, either way. :3
The wolfish instinct to submit nearly compelled the woman to gaze at the floor at Sepirah's changed posture, but Eris choked it down and gazed back in fierceness. She had relinquished her rank in this pack, and she would not submit for them any longer. Though she knew damn well that Sepirah, years younger than Eris herself and granddaughter and niece, rather than blood daughter and half-sister to Kaena and Gabriel, far outranked her, the sable-shaded canine did not think that much mattered anymore. She relaxed just a hair at the woman's words, still unconvinced that Sepirah would not forcibly try to stop her. The sable-shaded canine would tell her, too, then, and hope that the children in her stomach were enough to stop an attack. The sable-shaded niece had never shown herself to be anything but friend to Eris, and yet the woman could not shake the deep distrust of this family.
“My children will be wolves,” she said, shifting the cat around in her arms and revealing the bulge in her stomach. “Less welcome here than I am,” she added. Though this was not, of course, the only reason the sable-shaded woman was leaving, it seemed the most plausible explanation, and the only one she could give without sound like a giant jerk. “We're going to Anathema,” the hybrid stated, knowing full well she might as well be telling Kaena herself. It was something of a challenge to the old woman -- vengeance would be waiting for her, should she be inclined to seek it. Surprised by the escort, the sable-shaded woman started after her niece after a moment of hesitation, hurrying to the borders. She knew Larkspur would be waiting and he would want to know what she and Sepirah had spoken of.
The borders were ahead of them faster than the charter use-eyed woman had expected, and she shuffled her cat and some of her things to Larkspur, turning back to Sepirah for a moment. Eris would not regret leaving, but she had not expected such understanding from one who seemed so indoctrinated with clan and family. It was refreshing and surprising, to say the least. “Never really belonged to this family, I think,” she said, something of an awkward explanation. She dipped her head forward in an equally strange good-bye, and turned to Larkspur, the two of the disappearing quickly in the direction of the newest pack.
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