haemoglobin is the key.

[Kaena Lykoi]

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mall-caps;">In Character     The coyote woman was silent and still for a long time, her searing single eye simply watching the plainsland as she stood, half-hidden by the shadow of the forest. There was, for once, calm in her head. The roaring and raving thoughts were gone, quieted for the moment. The thoughts than ran through her head were of Inferni, and how she was to better serve her purpose as a clanmember here. She knew quite well how she was supposed to act here, and it was quite a comfortable role for the grizzled hybrid. Her sable ears twitched as she detected the approach of another, loud and still ungainly. There was no attempt at concealment—she knew it was another of Inferni headed her way, no doubt. Either that or an incredibly dense wolf.     At once, the sounds of approach grew frantic, and whoever was headed toward her broke out into a run. She turned her scarred head in time to see Mason come sliding to a halt in front of her, looking far bigger and stronger than he had the first time she had encountered him. She smiled warmly at him, her single eye roving over his features. He looked more like a hybrid now, but there was no question as to the dominant breed in him. His features were definitely coyote, and his ears, which he had grown into slightly, showed that they would always be large for his frame. He yapped at her in his puppyish voice, something the hybrid might have found annoying were it not for her feelings toward puppies. She missed her own, and the ashen coyote generally enjoyed the presence of youth. "I am never too busy for you," she said, again the warmth creeping into her face.     He moved and bounced around, far more energetic and comfortable than he had been when she first met him. The smaller coyote's energy was infectious, and the silver hybrid's tail wagged slowly as she watched him with her sole eye, marveling at his vigor. "You've gotten a lot bigger," she commented appreciatively. He would grow into a big, strong coyote here, no doubt about it. One need only glance at Gabriel to ascertain that. He had spent much of his youth elsewhere, but all of his foundation was laid in the old clan's borders. Molochai had come and gone quickly, and that was more than disappointing to the silvery woman, though she tried very hard not to think about it. He was an adult, and at least he still loved her. At least she had the hope he would come back someday. That was something.

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