Why am I so different?

Kaena Lykoi · 03-27-2011, 03:09 AM

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Word Count :: 327 Herp. XD

The silver-shaded coyote was hardly bothered by the cold. Her coat was thick enough to afford her skin protection from most of it, though her joints were acutely aware of the frigid temperatures of the world in the early hours of the morning. This late at night, however, she had the entire day to move and warm her body up, and so she did not feel the stiff achiness she generally did in the morning. Hunting was, of course, made more difficult by the snow, but the hybrid woman had been lucky today -- the retreating tide at the coast had trapped a rather large fish in a tide pool, which Kaena had easily captured. Her age might have made hunting a more selective process, concentrating on old and sick animals better than she had in her youth, but fishing was hardly affected.

The large fish held in one hand by the tail, the hybrid woman made her way to the cave, swinging the animal slightly as she walked. It was hardly long enough to strike the floor, but there was enough meat to sustain both her and Makhesthai. The coyote woman refused to grow lax in her duties of caring for the youth -- no matter how tired her body became, the idea that she not only cared for herself but a smaller life kept her moving. The cave area was quiet as always in the winter, little sign of life aside from the many pawprinted pathways cutting through the snow. They had worn away most of the snow in many parts of this well-trafficked area, but the white stuff still clung to the earth everywhere else, growing icy and hard after just a day or so.

The soft sound of whimpers drew the hybrid woman's attention, and she hesitated in the entrance to her cave, her yellow-golden eye peering into the darkness. She stepped forward, unable to see at first, and asked the darkness. “Maki?”

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