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The hybrid woman peered over the food set before them with pleasure glinting in her chartreuse eyes, though she would not have complimented Molca or Rowan on their skills. They were objects intended to perform such duties and they had done so satisfactorily; they were unworthy of praise. The sable hybrid looked upon the feast with hunger growling in her belly nonetheless, and her mouth watered faintly, though she reigned herself in until more had assembled themselves. She was ravenous lately, and it was not a secret to Eris as to why -- she did not feed herself alone these days.
The earthen-hued male lifted his voice, the musical and light call of the coyote, though unmistakable in its command. Everything had been set forth before them. The coyote looked to Molcaxitl, who stood twiddling her thumbs and peering down at her feet with vermillion eyes. The hybrid attempted to command her with a gesture, but when this failed to catch the woman's attention, the coyote resorted to a low growl, just brief enough for Axi and Rowan both to peer upward from their duties. The chartreuse eyes of The Auxiliary were for Axi only, however, and the tawny coyote scurried away quickly, fading from Eris's interest immediately.
Instead, she turned back toward their gathering, peering over the felled trees. The newest slave had been put to this purpose -- he was stupid and rather easily directed, and the sable coyote was appreciative of this. He did not seem to realize, however, that he was a slave -- it was likely to get his tongue cut out. The sable coyote had attended to his piercing herself, botching the job half-way. Darijus, as he was called, hadn't been able to keep from yowling and yammering, but he had withstood it all the same, believing it to be a testament to his devotion to the pack. The coyote had not been able to stifle her laughter at that.
They filtered in one by one, her pack, and she greeted each with equal fervor, returning the nuzzles that were offered with her own. She beckoned to Citlali as he lingered on the edge of their gathering, waving him forward warmly. When Larkspur made his way forth, the coyote peered at the ram appreciatively, only smiling at him and giving a slight nod of her head to indicate the slaves might take the creature. Her children assembled, Pandemic still in his four-legged form, while Salvia graced them with her two-legged one. The coyote gazed in brief appreciation on the strange thing that was her daughter with two legs. She would be an adult sooner than Eris knew, and the coyote marveled at this for a moment, stewing over it silently as her eyes fell to the meat.
It would not be long before the cycle started over again, though -- the children in her belly would be born soon enough, and the sable hybrid would care for them as she had Salvia and Pandemic and even Wretch, brief as the pallid girl's lifetime had been. Eris believed her to be dead, or at least far enough away that they were unlikely to see her again anytime soon. She had gone so very far while she was so young, after all. The hybrid often thought of the pale girl, and tonight was no different -- she should have been beside her siblings. Eris would not let Wretch's absence disturb her good night, however -- it was done and long over with, and her chartreuse eyes flickered to Sirius, though they were away again just as soon.
She would wait at his command to eat, but a murmur at her side caught the sable woman's attention, and Molca leaned forward to present the sable woman with three bottles of alcohol. Eris was not much of a drinker, but she trusted the slave's instincts, and saw that the woman had brought forth dark liquid, their bottles tinted a dark green that made the reddish liquid inside appear black. The coyote woman took them and placed them on the table herself, her offering to the pack -- the slave would not have the glory for that. She smiled faintly, knowing the other gifts -- the ones she would present to Larkspur later -- were not far behind, either. Though she itched to divulge news and announcements of their intent to the others, she would not speak of them yet; they needed to eat first.
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