07-08-2009, 10:24 AM
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The coyote considered his home now as equally as if it had been Hell's Coast she had stumbled upon. Inferni was not where it drew its borders but the breathing, live thing that consisted of all its members strengths combined, the web they wove around each other with their family ties and friendships. Her mind could not help contemplate what had been lost, and that was a lot of history and a place that was not so much revered as it was strangely sentimental for the hybrid—the den where she'd delivered all but a single litter of her surviving children was gone. Gabriel's birthplace had burned just like anything else, and Kaena found that spot left a particular ache in her above all of the other useless soil Inferni had staked as its own.
There was something retrospective in the coyote's features as Gabriel spoke, and she heard those same words echoing across empty sand, spoken by another leader of the coyote clan. Her heart did grow heavy as she wondered what Gabriel had insinuated by poor leadership; was it her, for her tendency to attain the utmost position and flounce off shortly after whelping another litter of vicious children? Probably, yes. Those were the harshest words she could think to herself regarding her own history of leadership, and she could only hope Gabriel's thoughts were kinder, if indeed they did point in her direction.
The words hadn't failed to bring a smile to the coyote's lips, the irony of the situation not lost on her. "And to think, of all the groups, Inferni was the one to have survived the fire," she said, though her voice did not sound nearly as suspicious as that choice of words might have sounded to guilty ears. She had absolutely no reason to even begin to think Gabriel had lit the flames that had devoured the former territories, it was merely a comment on the irony that the anti-social coyotes would survive such a disaster while their sociable cousins the wolves would perish, their tenuous ties to each other severed the second they left the borders.
The coyote considered his home now as equally as if it had been Hell's Coast she had stumbled upon. Inferni was not where it drew its borders but the breathing, live thing that consisted of all its members strengths combined, the web they wove around each other with their family ties and friendships. Her mind could not help contemplate what had been lost, and that was a lot of history and a place that was not so much revered as it was strangely sentimental for the hybrid—the den where she'd delivered all but a single litter of her surviving children was gone. Gabriel's birthplace had burned just like anything else, and Kaena found that spot left a particular ache in her above all of the other useless soil Inferni had staked as its own.
There was something retrospective in the coyote's features as Gabriel spoke, and she heard those same words echoing across empty sand, spoken by another leader of the coyote clan. Her heart did grow heavy as she wondered what Gabriel had insinuated by poor leadership; was it her, for her tendency to attain the utmost position and flounce off shortly after whelping another litter of vicious children? Probably, yes. Those were the harshest words she could think to herself regarding her own history of leadership, and she could only hope Gabriel's thoughts were kinder, if indeed they did point in her direction.
The words hadn't failed to bring a smile to the coyote's lips, the irony of the situation not lost on her. "And to think, of all the groups, Inferni was the one to have survived the fire," she said, though her voice did not sound nearly as suspicious as that choice of words might have sounded to guilty ears. She had absolutely no reason to even begin to think Gabriel had lit the flames that had devoured the former territories, it was merely a comment on the irony that the anti-social coyotes would survive such a disaster while their sociable cousins the wolves would perish, their tenuous ties to each other severed the second they left the borders.