admonition and celebration

Vesper · 03-10-2012, 04:18 PM

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Word Count → 545 :: Ves disapproves. >:C

The developments in Inferni served to set Vesper on edge and cast a paranoid shade to her daily movements. She rarely expressed her apprehension unless one caught her gazing tensely out into space or noted her listlessness in conversation. Mostly, she kept a distance from most of her clan mates, only a choice few lavished with even more attention than normal as she tried to set her emotions back on track. One disaster would not kill the coyote clan, and she was simply acting silly. She had to joke with Helotes and teach Hybrid’s offspring and do whatever it was she did around Myrika. She could not afford to let her restlessness rule her life.

And yet she lost the battle on a daily basis, as she moved immediately to pace around the borders when she was unoccupied. Once again, as she had done to distract herself in the past, she walked around the territory boundaries like an automaton on a track. It might have been humorous if not for the wolf attack in the previous week. Workaholic or not, suspicious or not, she had a reason now.

The female wandered between the border stakes, weaving across the invisible line, occasionally stopping to raise a leg on a tree as if she were male. She threw herself headlong into this pacing, absentminded other than her constant vigilance—ears swiveling, eyes darting, nostrils flaring. Her entire body was poised, all her senses trained, and so when the stink of a wolf close to the borders struck her, the coyote snarled.

The sound dropped into silence as she pressed her nose to the ground and blinked. Kiara. Large ears ducked against an angular head, and she cast a furtive look about her. Her surprise gave way to rage once more. I told her never to come here. She sniffed again, looking for traces of blood, but only caught a whiff of snow hare and Emmanuelle, the Tirones she’d welcomed into the ranks. Was there a confrontation? Another sniff and glance revealed nothing. An odd smell wound around Kiara’s, but it wasn’t something she came across often enough to know what it meant.

Vesper scowled, displeased. On one hand, she expected to see signs of challenge and escape, an Infernian chasing a trespasser away from the borders. On the other, she was glad that Emmanuelle hadn’t attacked her friend; it was heartening to know not all of the clan members followed the stereotype of “kill first, ask questions later” coyotes that filled the nightmares of the other packs.

Overall, she was frustrated at Kiara ignoring her warning.

The tawny hybrid had half a mind to walk back into the territory and mind her own business from that point on, but instead she followed the scent trail of her friend once it separated from Emma’s. It was relatively fresh, and so she supposed she might be able to catch up with the arctic female before they reached Ichika no Ho-en. She didn’t know what she’d do or say once she did catch Kiara, however, as she didn’t want to scare the poor girl—but maybe she needed scared.

Vesper didn’t know, and so all she could do was walk with nose pointed out and small paws stamping the earth.

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