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The coyote woman was not a particularly philosophical creature. She did not often wonder why things happened; she was a canine of coping and reaction more than anything else. Kaena had not wasted years of her life wondering why Salvaged had taken Zulifer's life. She assumed it was simple jealousy, but beyond that she hadn't cared enough to investigate into the mystery of his mind. All that mattered was that he had wronged her, and for that the coyote woman had made absolutely certain he had paid in full, with added interest for the long, long time his debt had been outstanding. Then again, that hadn't worked out so well, had it? Eris had been far more trouble than she was worth; she had cost Kaena nearly everything.
The hybrid woman was rattled from her thoughts by a rumble of thunder, and she was whisked back to the dark, cool cabin with this dying stranger. The candle flickered as wind crept through the cracks in the wall. Surely, at one point in time, the honest, simple humans who had dwelled inside of these buildings had made sure those chinks were filled, and at one time this building had been as warm and airtight as brick. Still, those Amish people, their lifestyle had done no more to save them from the virus that massacred the rest of humanity. They died and burned just the same as the others. The younger canine's voice caught her attention, and Kae smiled at the words, finding them a strange comfort—why should she care what Sofia thought of her? Still, it was very nice to think she was in someone's good graces.
"It sure would be nice," the coyote murmured, commiserating with the younger woman. Both of them were nearing the twilight of their lives, and the curtains would soon draw to a close for both of them. Sofia spoke again, and Kaena winced at the words—cancer. So it was not an enemy she was fighting, but her own body and flesh. The hybrid woman understood little of disease and medicine, but she was not so dense she did not recognize a death sentence when one was handed out. She frowned. "I'm sure you've already seen a healer," the coyote quietly ventured.
"Maybe another can help you," she added, thinking of Fatin. They were near to the city—there were hospitals and ancient medical devices there the hybrid woman couldn't begin to even identify, much less use. But there were far smarter canines than Kaena Lykoi, and certainly one with a proficiency for reading and a working knowledge of medicine could figure things out further than she could. In the end, perhaps it was too late for Sofia—then the only thing to do was enjoy what was left. Still, with the knowledge He was coming for her—Kaena was certain Sofia wouldn't waste a minute left of her life. There was only so much time for everyone, she supposed, but maybe it would be nice to have a countdown, a clock by which to tell the time—that way, the midnight hour would not blindside her.
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The coyote woman was not a particularly philosophical creature. She did not often wonder why things happened; she was a canine of coping and reaction more than anything else. Kaena had not wasted years of her life wondering why Salvaged had taken Zulifer's life. She assumed it was simple jealousy, but beyond that she hadn't cared enough to investigate into the mystery of his mind. All that mattered was that he had wronged her, and for that the coyote woman had made absolutely certain he had paid in full, with added interest for the long, long time his debt had been outstanding. Then again, that hadn't worked out so well, had it? Eris had been far more trouble than she was worth; she had cost Kaena nearly everything.
The hybrid woman was rattled from her thoughts by a rumble of thunder, and she was whisked back to the dark, cool cabin with this dying stranger. The candle flickered as wind crept through the cracks in the wall. Surely, at one point in time, the honest, simple humans who had dwelled inside of these buildings had made sure those chinks were filled, and at one time this building had been as warm and airtight as brick. Still, those Amish people, their lifestyle had done no more to save them from the virus that massacred the rest of humanity. They died and burned just the same as the others. The younger canine's voice caught her attention, and Kae smiled at the words, finding them a strange comfort—why should she care what Sofia thought of her? Still, it was very nice to think she was in someone's good graces.
"It sure would be nice," the coyote murmured, commiserating with the younger woman. Both of them were nearing the twilight of their lives, and the curtains would soon draw to a close for both of them. Sofia spoke again, and Kaena winced at the words—cancer. So it was not an enemy she was fighting, but her own body and flesh. The hybrid woman understood little of disease and medicine, but she was not so dense she did not recognize a death sentence when one was handed out. She frowned. "I'm sure you've already seen a healer," the coyote quietly ventured.
"Maybe another can help you," she added, thinking of Fatin. They were near to the city—there were hospitals and ancient medical devices there the hybrid woman couldn't begin to even identify, much less use. But there were far smarter canines than Kaena Lykoi, and certainly one with a proficiency for reading and a working knowledge of medicine could figure things out further than she could. In the end, perhaps it was too late for Sofia—then the only thing to do was enjoy what was left. Still, with the knowledge He was coming for her—Kaena was certain Sofia wouldn't waste a minute left of her life. There was only so much time for everyone, she supposed, but maybe it would be nice to have a countdown, a clock by which to tell the time—that way, the midnight hour would not blindside her.