Wtf, how did I lag so hard on this thread. D: 469.
War had existed between their two species for far longer than the silvery Centurion had been on the earth. Wolves had torn coyotes to pieces and vice versa; they had killed one another's children for many centuries prior to the inception of Inferni. By classic ideas, coyotes were shifty loners, prone to living off of carrion and viewed by the humans as little more than pests. In the hybrid woman's eyes, though, her species had survived. Coyotes were not endemic to Europe; whatever of her species lived on that continent were immigrants, though the silvery coyote could not figure out why they would want to move to such a place and live amongst wolves.
Her own children had been slain by wolves, cut down in their youth with unnecessary brutality. They hadn't strayed far from Inferni territory at all; they were young, defenseless. The coyote woman could remember fewer good wolves than bad, but it was true that the worst tended to stick out in her mind, and both rogue wolves, Salvaged, her stepmother, Haku... all wolves, and all terrible. She was no saint, but the hybrid woman liked to think she had calmed quite a bit since her youth. There was no desire to court death; she had a family and a clan and a reason to live.
The hybrid agreed with the wolf's words—indeed, this place was quite peaceful. "Inferni's borders run along the mountain's beginnings," the hybrid said. Revealing information about the borders was not so dangerous; after all, one could simply follow the borders to determine where they ended and began. Her next statement was a little more cautious, though she did not feel there was imminent danger from this wolf. "I can understand the need to escape," she responded. "Closeness and quietness. It is a good retreat," she said.
The hybrid woman's added question was sudden, unexpected. "Do you often find pack life... requiring escape?" She knew next to nothing of Crimson Dreams; what she had gleaned off of Naniko was minimal and basically pertaining to the existence of the pack alone. She did not feel this way with Inferni; whether it was because the clan was filled with her family or because she had helped raise the clan like a child or some other unknown reason was not clear. It did not happen so often with Inferni; the silvery hybrid was generally comfortable within her clan's borders. Something told her, though, that these few weeks would be the last she'd be able to take respite from her clan. They would need her too much in the upcoming turmoil. The hybrid was not a psychic, however, and she no more knew Inferni was to enter a war with the coming of the new year than she did her own fate in the end.
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