Sielag, Sielag, Sielag. :| 568.
The coyote woman had never considered herself a soldier or a warrior. She had once reveled in violence and enjoyed it, taking a particular pleasure in inflicting hurt and pain onto others. Now she viewed it as simply a necessity; there was pleasure to be gained, for sure, but more often than not now the hybrid woman employed it as a tactic of survival. That was the hybrid woman's primary objective in life—she did not consider herself a fighter, but a survivalist. Survival was of the utmost importance to Kaena; it was not only about herself, but her clan and her family now. She was not alone in the world anymore; it was an entirely different world from the lonely one she had walked in her youth. It was a wild swing to go from being the lone Lykoi (well, sort of—Kaena didn't consider her wolfen family to be true family; they were just as likely to rip her to shreds as they were to accept her) to being the matron of a huge family such as this one.
Her confession to Snake was not so much a revelation of the details as it was exposing a potentially weak part of herself. Leaders were not supposed to show weakness, but it seemed inherent in Kaena now, imparted to her by Haku Soul, gift-wrapped and exchanged for her dignity. Fear and weakness plagued her now, and the hybrid woman could not help but allow a tiny piece of this to show through. There was uncertainty in every part of her now; the silver-furred Lykoi had lost a great bit of her confidence, it seemed almost inappropriate to share that part of herself with the others. It was different with her children; they were different. That was family—family could keep and share secrets. Though the lines between family and clan often blurred, there were some instances where they were indeed entirely separate. As much a part as the Hastati was of Inferni, he was not in Kaena's family. He did not need to be exposed to her weakness; Snake did not seem like the type to pursue for a heartfelt conversation and reassurance to begin with. Had her last meeting with Rikka not been quite so dramatic, the hybrid might have sought out her golden-furred daughter, appreciating the woman for her gentleness for once.
There was no one the hybrid woman felt entirely comfortable with sharing that with, but Snake had a different proposal in mind anyway, one that sparked the hybrid's interest. Her single eye looked to his face and a spark of energy danced there, some shard of her old self still reflecting in her solo eye. "Sounds like a plan," she responded, eagerness showing through. If there was one thing this fiasco had taught her it was that distraction was the best medicine of all. Alcohol only worked while it was still in her system, and in the morning she often felt like shit for it. The hybrid was still healing, certainly, but she could not turn down the opportunity to see Snake in action and perhaps learn a few tricks of her own. "Distractions are always welcome," the ashen coyote added, a small smile showing on her scarred muzzle. The hybrid woman beckoned with an extended hand toward the entrance of the cave, figuring the outdoors would be the best environment for this.
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