Though the coyote woman liked Anathema, a seed of doubt had been placed in her mind alongside a seed of desire. Sirius had been the one to plant both of those there -- he had introduced the thought into her head that perhaps it was not Anathema she was so attached to, but her own family, the mismatched bits and pieces that had gathered together to make a bricolage of a family. He had planted that seed of doubt into her mind, but even more powerful than that was that tiny flower of desire, germinating in the folds of her brain and sprouting into a mighty vine that seemed to wrap about her mind, squeezing all otherwise rational thought of it. There was power to be had, and she need only reach out her hand and pluck it delicately from the air, from nothing.

She had been to the area beyond Inferni, the flat and rolling plains that began at the mountains' end and rolled right to the edge of the earth itself, dropping off into the ocean. The cliffs were not so mighty and impressive, but they weren't a dive she particularly wished to make. It was not a common area for her to visit, but it was stuck in her head -- there was no one in that direction. It was empty and uninhabited, rather unlike these crowded mountains. Inferni had drawn its borders back from Halcyon, it seemed, but Eris could not help but feel crowded by the coyote clan. She would always feel crowded by them, no matter how far she got. It was not coyotes themselves she disliked, however, but one particular brand of coyote -- the Infernians.

Still, her dislike was not so great that she would seek to do them harm; so long as they were indifferent to her existence, she would return the favor. The sable-shaded woman rolled these thoughts over in her head as she rolled the sharp and jagged chunks of amethyst along with them. She kept two with her now, tucked safely into her gris-gris. Though Eris did not truly understand the meaning of these gris-gris things, Ouija had given it to her, and Ouija meant it for her protection and safety. She would not dismiss such a gift, but she used it rather like a pouch in which to hold random objects rather than protective objects. Nyx had told her these rocks were good for increasing one's spiritual connection and facilitating a psychic connection. Eris hardly needed help in the latter area; she needed only consume some funny mushrooms or, apparently, witness a murder.

The sound of a voice startled the coal-hued wolf's thoughts, and she nearly dropped the pieces of amethyst. It was too distant yet to make out the words, but sure as anything, someone had spoken. Chartreuse eyes narrowed to slits as she peered through the dimness; the clouds obscured much of the sunlight today, and it seemed gloomy as dusk. In the distance, she spied a figure -- tall, although with an awkwardly bent posture. His coat was dark as her own and seemingly free of color save some faded hue she could not so much as discern from such a distance. Anathema was a distance behind her; he would seem to be approaching their borders. She stood, though she made no move toward him, nor did she beckon to him; instead, she simply watched, ready to receive him if he were to make his way to her but unwilling to venture further from her own borders. A strange wariness had filled her since Wretch's disappearance, and whatever friendliness toward outsiders had existed in the woman had disappeared.

Eris had never taken a notice to many coat colors, though since she had come to Anathema, the dark pattern seemed to be prevalent -- there were, of course, obvious outliers such as golden-yellow Tlantli and pale Naniko, but the coyote had seen many dark-hued wolves, as well. This male was no exception, and though there was no obvious kinship of coloration to the hybrid, the woman did find herself smiling as she approached a bit closer, the tip of her tail wavering in friendless. Though more of a stoic type, Eris never saw the need for outright nastiness when first meeting a canine. Sometimes the blood seemed to call to her, those rare moments of near-shadow over her mind, when everything but the vision that was not seen with the eyes seemed to dim to meaninglessness. Beyond that, she really was quite amiable and approachable. She was a smiling murderer, indifferent to the fate of those deemed worthy enough to serve her purposes.

“Hi there,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she got closer. His eyes were different colors -- she had seen this before, once or twice -- most recently, Axelle came to mind, but she had been rather oddly colored to begin with. Odd did not necessitate ugly, however, and the hybrid hadn't found the bi-colored woman to be displeasing to the eye, nor did she find this wolf's difference in eye color displeasing. Appearance mattered little in the grand scheme anyway; as a canine sometimes found relatively attractive by others, Eris vastly underplayed the importance of appearance. Vain as she was regarding her own appearance, however, she was not discriminating or arrogant where it was concerned. Personality and intelligence meant more to her than that.

“Eris Eternity, of Anathema. For now,” she said, the grin on her face turning to mischievousness, a mask of near-playfulness fit for a callithump. “Heading there now?” she inquired quickly, lifting a brow in genuine curiosity as she jerked a thumb behind her to indicate the pack somewhere behind her.

The hybrid had come to realize that all she truly wanted in this world was a place where she might count on those surrounding her, wholly and completely. She could not say this of Anathema, and certainly not Inferni -- even within Eterne there were those she might have labeled enemy outright. This new idea would be different; this would be a place where she knew each member of her family, her pack, intimately, and called to their strengths and buried their weaknesses beneath the strengths of other canines. She knew nothing of leadership, but visions of grandeur filled her head nonetheless, and she found herself smiling perhaps a bit too exuberantly at Darkness as he spoke, simply nodding in response to his newness. Eris made no judgments on that account -- she herself was just a year embedded into this land.

“Nice to meet you, Darkness,” she said, repeating his name with a grin. She liked it -- he did not seem so dark of personality, but his coat certainly made his name truthful. The hybrid took his hand in the gentle grip of her own and swung it twice. Hand-shaking was not something altogether unfamiliar to her, as those in Eterne who traveled to Barbados had seemed to adopt it as a trait to distinguish themselves from the general population, though she did not engage in it without prompt from another. “Well, you've sure got choices if you do decide to settle down. six packs at least, maybe more. I'm not so familiar with the land to the south, past the city,” she admitted, rolling her shoulders in a gentle shrug and smiling faintly. There would be one more to add to the mix if she had her way, too.

“But I wasn't headed anywhere. I could do with some wandering, though, if you aren't against company,” she added quickly, feeling as though she could walk with this wolf. She liked the look of him, and he was not of Anathema. She might speak freely to him about some things on her mind -- or she might not. In any case, she could do with a walk and Darkness seemed the type she could make acquaintence with. Perhaps she was too easily trusting, but his size and musculature reminded her faintly of Larkspur, and if nothing else, the coyote hybrid found him physically attractive. No matter if she found her relationship with the D'Angelo man awkward; she would have easily admitted his attractiveness.