It was time to face the world, and that world included the orange-furred male she'd chosen as her significant other. Her children were almost capable of being left alone, almost able to leave the confines of her small and cold den, almost able to wander the world just outside of the stone. She couldn't hide them forever. Others would see, they'd have to — after all, the younger two were royalty enough, being her children. The children of a princess. The niece and nephew of the King, grandchildren of King Emeritus. So many ties kept them bound to Inferni, just as she once had been and just as Ezekiel was now. A new generation, to further Inferni as it should be and not as some more...easy going coyotes desired.
She gathered the trio together in the comfortable quilt she used to carry most of her things, the bundle of fur and multi-colors whining about being moved as she made her way out of their small, shared home. The path to the mansion was a familiar one, but each step brought forth a new sensation of discomfort. She was dreading the meeting with her mate. Dreading showing him her mistakes. She could only hope he would show some shred of kindness on his broken lover, and that hope built as she entered the ruined building and made her way up the stairs. Down the hall. To Ende. A fragile hand rose to knock at the door.
Cotl?
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