08-09-2009, 03:28 AM
[html]No worries, I hope you're having fun! It must be inspiring being around the wilderness and everything. 
There was admiration from the younger coyote after Kaena had spoken a part of her legacy, although the grizzled hybrid had never been a successful leader. In simple terms of longevity, Gabriel had already bested her at that. She had changed their ranks, yes, but then again—so had Segodi, and so had Kidorah before him. But Kaena's system seemed to stick; it served their purposes without requiring the constant kowtowing and submission demanded by wolf hierarchies. She supposed that was why it was still in place, albeit slightly modified. The basic idea still existed, and Kaena considered this an important turn. Gabriel could have easily reoganized the hierarchy at any point during his long rule; yet here were some of the very same words the grizzled hybrid had selected to define their rankings.
"We don't look very much alike," she commented. Her son looked far more doggish than his mother and their coats were almost directly contrasted; Kaena was a dull, drab gray highlighted only with white, black, and that single splash of roan red across her muzzle. Their eyes were the same, but many canines had golden eyes. It was easy to mimic certain traits; others, like that brilliant crimson of the woman's eyes, were not. That deep red shade was remarkably rare, and though Kaena had dimly realized the woman was a de le Poer, it did not become completely obvious to the grizzled canine until she spoke her father's name. Two sable ears perked up, and there was a frightening grin on her scarred features. "I should have known you were a de le Poer," the monochrome hybrid said with a laugh, shaking her head. "It's good to meet you." There was no need to mention the connection between their families; that was obvious.
Though they shared no blood, they were a sort of family. She was some kind of cousin or something to Gabriel—the hybrid woman had no idea beyond first and second cousins. That was close enough for Kaena; she marveled for a moment at the tawny woman's coyote appearance. Her father could easily pass for a wolf to any untrained eye; the hybrid woman correctly assumed Ryan's mother must have been wholly coyote or at least high-percentage. There was that petiteness and slenderness about her, disguising the raw power of a predatory canine. "About this much. Doesn't need to be perfect; nothing's permanent in this world." The coyote held her hands roughly six or seven inches apart, having no knowledge of what an inch was or how to convey measurement other than gesture. She spoke merrily of being temporary; no doubt eventually they would have to replace the stick.
There was admiration from the younger coyote after Kaena had spoken a part of her legacy, although the grizzled hybrid had never been a successful leader. In simple terms of longevity, Gabriel had already bested her at that. She had changed their ranks, yes, but then again—so had Segodi, and so had Kidorah before him. But Kaena's system seemed to stick; it served their purposes without requiring the constant kowtowing and submission demanded by wolf hierarchies. She supposed that was why it was still in place, albeit slightly modified. The basic idea still existed, and Kaena considered this an important turn. Gabriel could have easily reoganized the hierarchy at any point during his long rule; yet here were some of the very same words the grizzled hybrid had selected to define their rankings.
"We don't look very much alike," she commented. Her son looked far more doggish than his mother and their coats were almost directly contrasted; Kaena was a dull, drab gray highlighted only with white, black, and that single splash of roan red across her muzzle. Their eyes were the same, but many canines had golden eyes. It was easy to mimic certain traits; others, like that brilliant crimson of the woman's eyes, were not. That deep red shade was remarkably rare, and though Kaena had dimly realized the woman was a de le Poer, it did not become completely obvious to the grizzled canine until she spoke her father's name. Two sable ears perked up, and there was a frightening grin on her scarred features. "I should have known you were a de le Poer," the monochrome hybrid said with a laugh, shaking her head. "It's good to meet you." There was no need to mention the connection between their families; that was obvious.
Though they shared no blood, they were a sort of family. She was some kind of cousin or something to Gabriel—the hybrid woman had no idea beyond first and second cousins. That was close enough for Kaena; she marveled for a moment at the tawny woman's coyote appearance. Her father could easily pass for a wolf to any untrained eye; the hybrid woman correctly assumed Ryan's mother must have been wholly coyote or at least high-percentage. There was that petiteness and slenderness about her, disguising the raw power of a predatory canine. "About this much. Doesn't need to be perfect; nothing's permanent in this world." The coyote held her hands roughly six or seven inches apart, having no knowledge of what an inch was or how to convey measurement other than gesture. She spoke merrily of being temporary; no doubt eventually they would have to replace the stick.