Word Count → 411 :: Hallo! 
Glad you decided to join our craziness. >D
The borders had not been supremely busy as of late; the scarred hybrid had grown lax in her patrol. This was not to say she did not live on the borders -- every day she did patrol, but patrolling did not consume her time as it might have in warmer times. The winter had been harsh on the old woman, and her creaking bones and stiffened joints were a testament to that. She did yearn for summer, a strange turn from her stance when she had first returned to Inferni. After experiencing the sweltering summers further south, the silver-shaded hybrid wanted nothing more than a good cold Nova Scotian winter. Now, though, in the midst of her second winter, the eleven-year-old would have traded her tail for the summer to return.
A howl roused the coyote's attention, and her twisted sable ear flicked toward the source of the sound, halting her progression around the territory for a moment. She listened intently, discerning from the voice that someone was waiting for her attention. The Centurion did not hesitate as the notes of the howl faded away; she moved with haste toward the source of the sound, trotting with surprising ease for someone of her age. It was not without some help, of course -- the substances provided by Clover and her sisters were perhaps the only reason the scarred woman was able to be up and moving anymore. The morning arthritis was killer.
Of course, all of this and more she hid from her clanmates, her son -- she would never have let on how bad she felt sometimes. It was an alien thing to the coyote, who had been injured many times before. This time, however, there were no injuries to heal -- this was simply her body breaking down on her. The one-eyed coyote could not get used to this fact, and she forcibly shoved it from her mind as she approached the newcomer, a practiced indifference plastered on her scarred face. This one looked tired -- his eyes and body both spoke volumes of exhaustion. The old woman could not help but notice his outstanding feature -- the pearly tips of white extending past his lips, showing plainly against his charcoal-shaded coat. This she noted with interest; it was a feature she had not seen in many, certainly not for a long time. “What can I do for you?” she asked, not a hint of warmth to her voice.
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