08-19-2009, 09:35 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> There was certainly a lot she might have been able to pass along to Mason—she had raised three litters of children and birthed another, though her departure when Arkham, Rachias, and Andrezej were young hardly made them hers. She had not been present for them past the second month of their lives, and so she could hardly be said to have raised them. Perhaps if she had been around for her children, Andrezej would still be alive. Even so, it seemed the most important duty she could undertake as a mentor would be to insure no wolves ate him. That seemed to be the primary cause for her losses over time—if it were not for those two wolves killing Ikatha and Baneesh, perhaps they would have survived to their first year, as well. The youngster asked a question, and the grizzled hybrid turned her head to look behind her, relying on knowledge of the territory to guide her for that brief moment. The ground was beginning to grow spongy beneath her feet, sodden with the rains and its runoff. "Fishing is when you catch fish. Fish are scaly things that live in the water," she said, watching as he bounded in their footsteps, smiling to herself as she turned her head to look forward again, cocking her head to listen to Gabriel. "No problem," the coyote said warmly. She would enjoy sleeping near a small, mostly helpless child—it gave her an immediate sense of protection and warmth. They would be at the caves before long, and the grizzled hybrid was looking forward to getting out of the rain. The silvery woman turned her head back toward Mason for a moment, her glittering golden eye regarding the child as she paused, letting him catch up to her side. "That's okay by you?" she murmured to him. He would probably be excited at the idea of not sleeping alone—even so many years after losing them, Kaena could recall the warmth of her siblings and curling up next to them, and how they'd slowly gone cold, one by one. After they were gone, she missed them, vaguely. She had never known them beyond a warm presence at her side, but when they had left her, there was pain. |