Word Count → 437 :: Skip first two paragraphs. >_> Also, Kaena will be pretty useless as far as heavy work goes, I think (GDI she is old) but she can... um, direct? And do little things like bring tools. >___>;;
The silvery coyote did not generally hang around the D'Neville mansion anymore -- she had actively avoided the place during Eris's existence in Inferni, almost afraid of running into the girl at random. Now, however, there was no danger of that -- the sable hybrid had taken off in the night, and taking with her the descendants of Salvaged Eternity. That was fine with Kaena; Inferni seemed far less tense to her without Eris around. Now, however, the coyote felt rather silly -- what was the danger in sharing with her daughter the truth of her heritage? After all, the man was long-dead and many who might have remembered so much as his name were dead or long-gone themselves. The silver-shaded hybrid had thought, in truth, that the legacy of Salvaged Eternity was dead and buried in these lands, and she had attached meaningless weight to it with Eris.
Of course, the hybrid would not admit this, and she actively kept from further pondering such thoughts, as it would have compromised the happiness she had found in Eris's absence from Inferni. It might have even made her confute her prior assumption that Eris was an automatic extension of that dead legacy, which was something that she simply could not have. The old hybrid was simply happy to be rid of the woman and whatever wolf-children she spawned; Kaena could not think of many suitors within Inferni itself that would have accepted her, and many were dangerously wolfish themselves. It was possible whatever had leapt from that sable body possessed too much wolf blood to ever live within the coyote clan. This was a comforting thought in the end, and the hybrid left her contemplation at that, distracted by a sharp series of barks.
Figuring her patrols nearly to be over anyway, the hybrid altered her course, moving at a curious but rather laid-back pace. There was no urgency on the calls, and the hybrid did not figure it to be a situation requiring her attention, though now with her interest caught, she would investigate anyway. As she moved toward the source of the sound and closer to the mansion, a howl was raised, and her pace quickened -- now there was a reason for her to hurry. She slipped beneath the fence with surprising ease for a stiff old woman, and made her way toward an unfamiliar tawny figure, her yellow-golden eye sizing him up. “I don't think we've met,” the hybrid said, her sable ears pricked forward. “Kaena Lykoi,” she said, figuring him to be one of the newcomers Sage had recently allowed to the clan.
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