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Eris Eternity · 03-27-2011, 06:40 AM

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Meager as her kill was, the coal-shaded woman was proud of it. Nearly four years old, it was the first time she had ever killed anything for her own sustenance. Sacrificial rituals in Eterne did not count -- the prey or canine was brought out already quite well tied down, beaten, or drugged into submission. Hunting was a different beast entirely, and as Eris bumbled through her learning, the hybrid was realizing the difficulties and more nuanced aspects of it, things Sirius could not teach her. She still had yet to hunt large game in a pack setting, and it remained to be seen whether Eris would end up any use at that.

The nearby sounds of movement, the sounds of someone within another of the ruined buildings throwing and moving things around within it. She did not pause in her meal, tearing a piece of meat and swallowing it thoughtfully, her ears pricked to the sounds there. They were rather near to Anathema, so the idea of encountering a packmate lingered on the hybrid woman's mind. She did not wish to be seen as she was hunting, but now with prey in hand and stomach, she would be more willing to meet them. As the stranger rounded the corner, however, the hybrid did not smell her own pack on him. She did not recognize him, her yellow-green eyes stopping at coyote.

There was a moment of hesitation from the sable hybrid, who equivocated mentally as to what to say. She recognized the red star burned into him, but she did not smell Inferni on the man. Her ears folded halfway, her yellowish eyes regarding him as she spoke. “Another relative of mine?” she asked, presuming him to be a cousin rather than a half-sibling. His thin frame made him appear far younger than he was to the sable-shaded Tuyul.

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