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There was no hatred in Kaena's heart for Vieira. The silver-furred hybrid had not bothered to consider her feelings toward the other coyote prior to this moment, and when faced with the obvious moral distaste emanating from her daughter, Kaena found a strange sense of discomfort filtering through her head. She was not generally one to consider morality; such a subject rarely occurred to her in the scrambling, persistent, constant hedonist's race for pleasure that the hybrid lived in daily. It was true; part of Kaena viewed Vieira as less-than-coyote, if only for her dubious origins and her father, but another part of her desired just as strongly to keep the smaller female safe, to protect and mother her like any other child. The hybrid's conflicted desires swelled in her, and she cocked an ear toward Rikka, listening as the other conceded that Vieira could not care for herself. Such a statement almost brought a smirk to the scarred hybrid's face, but she concealed it, for that small victory was short-lived, for Rikka brought up a point that the silver-furred Centurion could not deny: in giving Vieira a rank, Kaena had made her part of Inferni, even if that part of Inferni was simply the lowest rank available. Quintus or not, she still had some rights, the hybrid supposed, by simple virtue of her citizenship.
Scowling in a somewhat troubled manner, the coyote rolled her shoulders in a sharp, agitated shrug, narrowing her golden eye as she responded. "So long as she does what's asked of her, she can do what she wants—like any of the rest of us. She is cared for, I assure you that. You wouldn't call me a bad mother," the hybrid ventured, though she knew such a statement could be easily twisted against her. Rikka had never accepted her teachings; Rikka had always embraced her wolfen side and never thought it right what the coyotes did to the wolves, forgetting the centuries of bloodshed from both sides. Kaena hadn't started this war, she had been thrust into the middle of it, and in hating wolves she was simply carrying out the duties thrust upon her by simple ancestry. It was a power struggle all canines were locked into, whether they liked it or not. The dogs thrived in the urban areas, already familiar with the human's remaining technology. The crafty and adaptable coyotes infiltrated every available space, pushing the boundaries of even their former territories. The wolves were doing the same, but it was their virtue of physical strength and unwarranted title as king of canines which motivated their conquest of new territories. The hybrid was simply pushing back, keeping them at bay. If she didn't, Inferni would be ravaged by the Haku Souls of the world before she could blink her remaining eye.
Her head snapped up at the tawny female's next words, and a rather bitter smile crossed her scarred features. "No one is innocent, Rikka," she contradicted, keeping her voice completely flat and level, though absolutely certain of that fact. None of them were without sin.
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