my bird's bones make a hollow sound.

Kaena Lykoi · 03-11-2011, 09:41 AM

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The hybrid's long legs made traveling through the snow more easy than if she had been in her four-legged form, though it was not as thick in the forest as it was on the open plains of the Waste. This she was thankful for, especially as the call of a wolf rose into the air, beckoning her toward it. She did not recognize this voice, and hesitated just a moment, considering the clearly female voice upon the wind. She did not think she had many enemies -- Anathema had been quiet as of late. Perhaps against her better judgment, the silvery Centurion made her way toward the source of the sound, trotting through the snow and moving through the forest with a laid-back ease to her movements.

It was not long before a faintly familiar scent and the smell of a stranger entered the woman's nose. She knew one, though the name did not immediately register within the old woman's mind. It had been a long time since she had met the wolf, though she recognized Phoenix Valley on the fur of the pair of canines both. There was no agitation between the coyotes and these wolves at the moment; since the fiasco with Haku, they had rightly gone back to ignoring one another. Yet the scarred hybrid knew -- she owed Jefferson. She owed him a whole lot, as he had been obligated to do jack for her upon the borders when he'd found her, torn and bleeding. The least she could do was amiably meet his packmembers at her doorstep.

The old coyote slowed to a trot as she approached the pair, single eye looking from Optime to Secui, studying each for a moment. The woman's name came to her -- Rendall. She recognized that fur, the glinting steely-blue color that she had seen nowhere else in her long life. She had last met Rendall in her Lupus form, and the hybrid woman regarded with hidden envy the spry litheness of her two-legged form. There was not a single epicene quality to her figure, yet there was strength behind it, still.

Kaena stopped several yards away from the pair, her sable ears pricked in interest, her tail wavering twice in a friendly greeting. “What can I do for you?” It was a far more friendly greeting than she might have given to others, but she did owe Jefferson, and Rendall did not seem to hold any animosity in her heart toward Kaena. The stranger, a male, was regarded with more caution, though she had extended to him the same wag of her tail in greeting, and addressed both of them.

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