Night had fallen. The scarlet cloak she'd selected covered most of her frame as she walked outside. It was a good night to come out and relax. The air was growing colder. It was slight for now, not quite there, but she could still pick it up. Pride remembered the coldness of winter, how it had covered everything in monotone colors. She had camouflaged perfectly against a world of white. She was older now, her path not quite chosen. She would serve her pack in the way that was needed, that much she knew.
Finding a quiet spot down by the beach Pride settled down, pale legs glistening in the moonlight. Her fur looked ethereal against the glow of the moon. Idly she watched the ocean's waves beat against the shore. She would choose a path soon. She was an adult. Part of her felt that she should have chosen sooner, but she pushed those thoughts away. Pride refused to dwell on such things. It was the past. She would succeed. That she did not doubt.
The whisper brought the young coyote's attention up. Bright eyes glistening she looked at Charm, the latest of her mother's mates. No, that wasn't quite true. Lilith, a girl around her age actually, had been chosen to sleep with her mother as well. The age difference didn't bother her as much as Pride had thought it would. Surprisingly she had accepted it with little difficulty, something Pride had spent some time thinking over before deciding that it was because she wished her mother to be happy, and felt that Lilith was a rather mature choice.
Nodding her head Pride smiled. She knew she had a beautiful coat, glistening pale. The golden splashes were her favorite, similar to her mother's coat. The words were unexpected, listening quietly as Charm spoke. Pride was not expecting that she would ever leave the pack. Or that her mother would not want her to return if she did leave for any reason. Still, it was a kind remark. Pride would accept it. Your wish to keep me with you is noted. She smiled gently, fangs glistening in the light as she settled down, her attention turning back to the sea. It's a calm night here. The waves were not as restless as they normally were.
Charm's sighing laughter didn't ruffle Pride in the slightest. She knew that the female was prone to taking her amusement however she could. At times Pride wondered what her mother saw in the gentle female, but there was always that simple acceptance that remained. Charm made her happy, so Pride loved her for that alone. The relationship wasn't as close as it could be, with Pride's cold nature, but she did enjoy Charm's company when it was given.
Charm's words amused Pride. She didn't see omens or the like as clearly as some other pack members did. For Pride, it was just how things set up, no secret deep meaning to anything. She would ask others who did have that spiritual nature if she needed guidance. Pride rarely involved herself with it anyways, choosing to form her own path. Perhaps. She did believe that her mother had the strength to be the leader that Anathema needed.