Word Count→457. Sorry for the wait, Sie! <3 This is a bleck post.
The move from the mountains to the coast had left the golden coyote feeling freer with each passing hour. She hadn't enjoyed the caves; there was no sense of family, was no sunlight and she was lost with her nephew-son in a home shared with a brother who always had a sour look on his face. In Salsola, however, she felt as if she had returned to Eterne once more, albeit a less deluded form of her birthplace. While the darkness fell to the earth, she found herself wandering the territory in silence and without company. She was not afraid of the dark, though she knew that it was in the shadows that Momotztli's touch did not reach. In her home, there was no danger. How could there be danger in a world she clung to with such devotion?
It was the scent of smoke that caused the Crone to draw her mind away from thoughts of 'home'. While she did not trust the wolves of this new mash of family, she understood the men like Larkspur were strong and were the source of the fire a trespasser, they would not have survived so long on the land. And so who was hosting a bonfire on the land of her new family? Steps toward the old village that gave illusion of their home eradicated the confusion; it was the handsome black hybrid she felt a kinship to, despite the lack of blood relation. The scent of blood tinged the smell of smoke as the golden coyote watched her green-eyed mistress feed the pretty feline.
"Aye-reese." The accented name left her jaws in a sharp twang, a greeting to the woman as she moved to a comfortable place at both the side of the fire and the dark shaman. Fiery eyes caught sight of the remains of the rabbit and black-lined lips turned upward in the faintest smile. "Did you cahtch that ahll on your own, Aye-reese?" Yes, the works held the faint mocking that she felt in her chest, but there was not the same flagrant casualty to it that she used in private with the hybrid Boss. It was only a rabbit, after all; there was better prey in the area, why not catch something larger for herself and her junglecat companion? Surely she would need to feed her children as well. After all, she had an oaf as their father. A grimace crossed her features briefly before she allowed herself to sit with the same elegantly androgynous movements that Tlantli had carried since the pirate-laden island of Barbados. "Ai, Momotztli. Todo ello a pie me va a matar algún día." She rubbed at a thigh, grunting in displeasure.
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