07-21-2008, 02:56 AM
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My dad doesn't matter to you, she said, agitated voice growling in her throat. The hairs along her neck rose slightly as she spread her legs a little more, squaring herself. You're just a stupid wolf. What do you want with him? She had coyote superiority; it was in her blood, inescapable and unavoidable, and therefore impossible for her to ever live in tandem with them. If the wolves proved themselves worth her time, perhaps then. Iskata had been like that; she remembered leading the woman through the sandstorm.
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My dad doesn't matter to you, she said, agitated voice growling in her throat. The hairs along her neck rose slightly as she spread her legs a little more, squaring herself. You're just a stupid wolf. What do you want with him? She had coyote superiority; it was in her blood, inescapable and unavoidable, and therefore impossible for her to ever live in tandem with them. If the wolves proved themselves worth her time, perhaps then. Iskata had been like that; she remembered leading the woman through the sandstorm.
It felt like forever ago, she realised.
Everything about her was childishly tense, as if making herself look somewhat larger and more capable of a fight would scare him off. She, five months old, believe it would be enough to get rid of Haku. And so she let her hackles flare completely to life, raising her ears and stretching up on her long, youthful legs that lent her a gangly and awkward appearance, nose curling back somewhat to show just the tips of her canines. Her red eyes held the fire her back could not, and she stood her ground. If he would not let her go, she would not let him bring her anywhere else.