*switches to her new, shinier table* He is a creeper. But that's okay. He's the awesome.
Thoughts of her mother twisted into thoughts of her youth, though there wasn't really much to remember. She realized when she stayed with Gabriel, so many weeks before, that she couldn't even really touch down on fogged recollections of a happy family. Once, even if it was brief, she thought they had to be happy together. plink In went another rock, another bad dream thrust into the corrosive waters that washed onto the icy shore.
"And the sun rose above and watched the dying lands," she muttered. Her head remained atop her reddish-brown knees for a moment longer, until the winter winds brought old scents and new scents to her attention. Salt, snow, the medley of her pack. One stood out over the rest. So familiar, as it was woven into the fabric of the coyote kingdom like stitches on a worn blanket. Still, she couldn't put a face to the creature who was watching. Her hands found a rock, heavier than the stones she had given to the water, and lifted it over her shoulder, studying the surface. Ammunition for wandering eyes.
A snarl tore through her chest, releasing agitated puffs of white into the cold air. With a giant heave, she hurled the rock toward the strange being, though her significantly small strength didn't push it the entire distance in the direction she wanted it to go. Her eyes fell on the intended target, head twisting upward slightly as she realized what she had almost attacked.
He had chosen to sit several feet from her, his half-form claws toying with something on the ground. Though she was all that was left of her mother, he was all that was left of their family. Hybrid Holocaust was an uncle she couldn't really forget. There he sat, in his mottled glory. "You startled me." Her voice held no shame or regret for throwing the rock; if he had been anyone else, sneaking up on her, he would have deserved the assault.
She turned her face away again, staring out over the inlet. "You can come sit here if you want to." Her offer was punctuated with a pat on the rocks beside her, something made difficult by the throbbing pain that drilled its way into the bone as she extended her arm. Nine days. Nine days since her encounter with the tree. Nine days, and the wounds from the branches and the crushing trunk hadn't healed. A delicate hand raised to rub at the splintered ribs that still ached in the cold. To try and comfort the searing wounds, she returned to her prior position, resting her head atop her knees comfortably.
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