From the distance, the silver-shaded Centurion could not see the scars, but she could see the damage -- the ripped and torn ear, much like her own. An almost involuntary step forward propelled her toward the youth, despite her reservations and suspicions. There was quiet around him, and the silver-shaded coyote could smell the other scent now, heading off in a different direction -- alone. This was no trap. Suspicions satisfied, the scarred woman walked forward slowly, her yellow-golden eye focused on the frightened little thing. At the present moment, the clan had no youthful blood -- the last had been Itachi, and Kaena could not recall when children had been born into their clan last before him.
As she approached, the young child spoke of a father -- presumably, the cowardly scent that retreated away from their borders. A spark of hot anger rose in the hybrid woman's throat, and she leaned down to nudge the whimpering youth with the tip of her muzzle, attempting to comfort him. “It's okay. Your daddy brought you to me,” she said, leaning back to sit on her haunches quite near to the youth. She would not force herself on him, but she existed for his comfort, should he seek it out. “Unwanted? Is that your name?” the coyote asked. There was no question within her that this youth was Inferni's now; she would not leave him to the harshness of the neutral territories and the wolves.
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