09-12-2009, 11:41 PM
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Baww. ;; Ryan is leaving? mall-caps;">In Character Of all the things Kaena loved about raising children, there were certain things she would not miss. There was the slowness of pregnany, the pain of birth, and the intensive, long hours required during their youth. Kaena had managed to raise a litter of eight, and their numbers had only dropped to six while in her care, and neither death would have occurred had there not been murderous wolves. Perhaps the world was a safer place now, perhaps not—with Haku dead, there was one less monster to worry about, and Kaena was quite glad for that. She still felt as though it was sheer luck (and perhaps a dash of experience) that had brought him down. A simple error, a slip of the foot, and it could have easily been her. The coppery hybrid spoke again, and Kaena's interest piqued. She did not know many canines who regularly dressed in human clothes, though she was vaguely aware of it as a style. The grizzled hybrid had never felt the need to cover her own body; she rather liked the display of scars etched across her. They were worth something, though the possession and use of human objects was also significant. Canines who did that had mastered technology, which was a dangerous, wonderful thing in and of itself. The woman smiled, reflecting her clan-mate's sentiment, and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. You usually dress in human clothes?" she asked, too curious to resist. She wondered if it was beneficial to dress in such a way. The hybrid had never seen armor, though she would probably be completely enthralled at the idea. The pair of coyotes set off, the silver woman trailing for a second and then trotting to catch up, falling into step next to Ryan as she spoke. She grinned at the question and nodded enthusiastically. "I've never really thought of another place as home," she admitted. "This is a different place, but it is the same clan," she said. Her family still dwelled here, and it was here they would all eventually return. The coyote almost laughed aloud at an idea—she wanted to get someone to paint a sign that directed other coyotes to the new Inferni, and plant it on the old, burned beach. That way, if anyone showed up there looking, they'd know where to go for sure. |