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Eris Eternity · 12-07-2011, 06:57 AM

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Drifter Bay

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:3 Let me know if the backdating is okay, too?

Eris is by me!

The dark hybrid was drawn to the river, time and time again. She loved to watch its flow, endless and unstoppable as time itself. Like any other river, it flowed downhill from the reaches of the mountains. Unlike any river she had seen before -- save those pathetic creeks in Inferni, which were certainly not wide or deep enough to be called rivers, as they were -- this river occasionally flowed backwards. Eris had connected the event with the flow of the tide, and could now roughly predict when the phenomenon was to occur simply by glancing at the ocean. A low tide pushing in meant she could visit the Pictou and watch the "water-magic" as Liliya called it.

Nothing of that sort had brought the dark hybrid there on this afternoon, however. Instead, it had been a ravenous thirst, rather unlike anything she had experienced before. Eris had grown thick for the winter, not just of coat, but of body, too. She felt heavier, and her mid-section had gained the most weight. She had pondered pregnancy, too, but the sable-hued woman did not think this felt like pregnancy. Her two litters had been large ones, and the dark woman thought she was mistress of such things, as experienced as her mother. No -- this was over-eating now that she was in Salsola, certainly. She could not be pregnant. If she was, the parentage of her young would be questionable. She romped with Larkspur on occasion, though these duties were performed more perfunctorily and out of a lack of other things to occupy her time than tenderness. She had been with Sirius once, and Eris did not know when pregnancies began. It didn't much matter, in any case. She was not.

Sated of that awful thirst, the hybrid had walked upriver in the shallows with the cool water slipping between her toes. Her eyes pondered the occasional overhanging tangle of roots, evidence of the boscage on the bank. This river would flow fiercely in spring, carrying all of the mountain run-off down and through Salsola. Eris did not mind -- they had horses to cross rivers, and if they were isolated on this side of the river a while, so be it. It would serve them well to be cut off from the other packs for a while. The dark woman did not like the closeness her pack was incubating with Inferni, but she knew it was also for the best. She would not stand in Sirius's way on this matter.

Ahead, she could see a particularly large tree. It hung over the edge of the river, and the hybrid decided it would be good to sit there and watch the river a while. Clambering up the steep banks, the wolf planted herself on the tree and shimmied out over the river a little ways, too afraid to venture much more than an arm's length away from the riverbank. Still, it was nice, and her feet dangled out over a decent drop to the water. The drop was long enough and the water shallow enough to make for a nasty fall if she was particularly unlucky, so the coyote decided not to move very much. Instead, she stared down into the river, watching the silt she'd stirred up gradually settle and move downriver. A few minutes later, lazy fish, presumably returning from her disturbance, began to appear, drifting this way and that. She watched them contemplatively, the tip of her tail occasionally giving a little twitch as it dangled out over the river behind her.

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