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Kaena Lykoi · 01-23-2010, 02:14 AM

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It was not often Kaena paused to contemplate the nature of their relationship; the coyote woman figured she had been granted a gift, a parting present from Astaroth and Eris in the form of a living, breathing apology. She knew Vieira had not been crafted solely for her; in fact, it had to have been the furthest thing from Astaroth's mind when he'd created the girl. He certainly wasn't thinking of Kaena Lykoi when he'd impregnated the tawny coyote's mother—but through circumstance or simple chance the tawny coyote had fallen into Eris's grasp, and the girl had thought to send a present to Inferni, just in case her mother still breathed. The coyote woman did not question this; she merely accepted things as they were, and she did not seek to change them, as much as some of her clanmates might have wanted her to.

Part of what Kae had told Rikka was true—Viei could not fend for herself. Without care, it was simply not likely the girl would survive; she had been thin when she'd arrived, and Kaena wouldn't have been surprised if she'd subsisted on small rodents and leftover summer berries the whole trip up. The way the other canine ate seemed almost strange sometimes, as if she were extremely hungry but afraid to eat. This time it seemed as if eating caused the smaller canine physical pain, which the hybrid was hardly surprised by—any kind of movement seemed as if it would be painful for Vieira. A totally benevolent canine would have gotten up to tear pieces of meat for Vieira; Kaena had no interest in that. Perhaps this would serve as a reminder exactly why she wasn't supposed to have gotten up this morning. Then again, Kae could hardly blame her—it wasn't as if the Centurion had explicitly ordered the straw-colored coyote to remain in bed specifically.

The hybrid sighed shortly and shook her head as the other coyote seemed to finish, her glittering eye regarding her with smoldering anger. She was less angry than she had been; it was difficult to remain angry at such a pitiful and helpless thing as an injured Vieira, who seemed doubly useless when lame. Then again, who wasn't when they were hurt like that. "You wonder why I wanted you to stay in bed, hm?" she questioned, her single eye regarding Vieira, focused on the bandaging around her torso. Almost restlessly the coyote woman stood, walking past the smaller canine to grab the spare blanket, still unused and folded rather neatly on the shelf. She took it in her teeth and turned back around, gingerly stepping over the goat to walk back toward the alcove, shaking out the blanket as best she could in her Lupus form, dragging it over her other one and then turning back around to look toward the other coyote.

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