Seeking fun, seeking trouble

[Kaena Lykoi]

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mall-caps;">Out of Character LAWL, get off my lawn! mall-caps;">In Character     The coyote was not stupid—she could clearly smell the other wolves all over this stranger's coat. There was just one factor holding Kaena firmly to her spot and keeping her from charging this sheep in wolf's clothing and biting the life from her neck: the Lykoi elder did not know if this coyote had family in the clan. For all she knew, it could have been one of her grandchildren—and a paranoid, mostly unfounded fear kept Kaena from attacking, though annoyance and anger clearly showed in her form. The black ridge of fur along her spine had risen, spiking up from her skin and making her appear larger.     The younger animal spoke, and the Lykoi sneered at that statement, the scowl ugly across her scarred face, half of it displaying a full range of emotion and the other half stunted, its flesh too knotted with scar tissue for motion. For sure, that was true—but traipsing across Clouded Tears' land had almost gotten her killed once. After being saved by the alpha Kaena had made damn sure to keep her promise to stay away after that incident, at least until that alpha and her lackeys died. Kaena was inches from death—even in her youthful arrogance and recklessness, she'd known that then. It was only that swooping, silver and gray wolf who had saved her for no discernible reason at all. She did not even know that wolf's name, and the Lykoi doubted there was anyone left alive who would. They would meet again, sooner or later—Kaena was far from invincible. She had survived a long time and seen a terrible lot in her long days, though, and she often wondered what waited for her on the other side.     "Oh, for sure, little lady," the coyote remarked snidely after a moment, her tone cutting and patronizing. She could play this game—life was all about the fun and games, wasn't it? Youth was so wasted on the young. The Lykoi ignored the hand and folded her arms across her chest, her eagle's eye glowering at the hybrid. "Kaena Lykoi." The ashen hybrid was clearly unhappy with the wolf smell clouding her nose, emanating from the coyote. She spoke clearly, pronouncing each word carefully and slowly, as if speaking to a very small child. "You got any reason in particular why you're traipsing around on my lawn?" It wasn't really her lawn—it was Inferni's. Close enough.

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