The coywolf looked back to the water, waiting for her companion; the last thing she wanted was for the girl to drown. It would make her feel like shit, and it would make leaving this island impossible. Her full ear flicked as the wolf pulled herself onto the shore, and she resisted the urge to back away when Kiara’s nose explored her for wounds. The ones that had opened up previously burned from the saltwater, but she found herself able to tune the pain out as usual. She flashed a quick smirk to let the girl know that she was okay before sitting down, a sigh heaved from her chest at the relief. Her seated position quickly slipped down into a laying one.
“Yeah, staying here a day sounds good,” Vesper murmured in agreement, letting her eyes close for just a few seconds. She wasn’t sure how awkward it would get wandering around the island with a stranger, but Kiara had been helpful so far, and Ves liked the arctic wolf as much as she could like any random acquaintance. Besides, if they happened to argue, there were two sides to the island—she’d just have to find her own way back to shore.
“One of the few things I envy luperci—boats.” She grinned, her eyes fluttering open again to show that she was quite awake, at least mentally. Her muscles ached, but she could manage a conversation with the girl for as long as she wanted. “Would be useful right about now. Oh well.”
She chuckled as Kiara addressed her as a “wise hermit,” lifting her chin slightly and swishing her tail beside her. Brows raised quizzically, she glanced up at the snarling, flashing storm clouds. “Our best bet would be to find some shelter in the trees. Then we can sit and ponder the mysteries of the universe or something.” She squinted when a raindrop fell in her eye then cocked her head at Kiara, reluctantly rising to all fours. “Let’s go.”
Her pace started off brisk, as she wanted to get into the trees and get it over with, but she began to slow. The leg injured in September ached more than the rest of her muscles, but she walked carefully as to conceal her limp—perhaps too carefully. “So, um… Tell me about Ichika no Ho-en.” One ear swiveled back to her new buddy. “What makes it different from the other packs?” She did not mean for the question to be rude, but she wanted to be able to distinguish the different threats from each other. Salsola, for instance, kept slaves; Cour des Miracles was full of hybrids and dogs. Each had their quirks, and as a loner she needed to learn as much as she could about them.
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