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The tawny-furred man merely confirmed her direct thoughts and said nothing of her insinuation; there did not seem to be a clear reaction displayed on his sandy-furred face, though whether this was because he did not understand what she had implied or he disagreed, Eris could not tell. She was eager enough to drop the subject, anyhow—a lack of interest in this place and her family did not necessary equate a desire to ruin them all, and the sable-furred woman was no princess of destruction. Such a thing did not particularly appeal to Eris—she had never killed for reasons as shallow and trite as territory or family or vengeance. Whatever death she had taken part in had been for a greater cause, and a greater purpose. Their blood sated a vengeful god, and their livers and entrails, their bones and their sorrow, made for excellent tools. There was nothing more powerful than the hurt experienced by these lost souls, cut down and torn to pieces in their prime.
Snake continued speaking, and Eris's interest did not fade; her chartreuse eyes widened considerably as the tawny-furred coyote spoke of Haku and what he'd done to her mother. Now it made sense that the only thing he'd spoken to her directly had been about Kaena—the sable-furred woman's muzzle wrinkled as she considered this new information. Snake didn't have to spell it out for Eris—she was not so obtuse that she did not recognize the underlying tone to the tawny-furred man's words. Anger flared on her sable-furred face, and her face grew even more sour. So this was the reason she had been so desirable for Haku, then—he'd tasted the mother and he wanted the fresher fruit of the daughter, perhaps. The thought made her clench her jaw and grit her teeth in anger. “Bastard,” she hissed. She was supposed to have been special; there was supposed to have been something special in those goddamn woods, and this knowledge had shattered that for the sable-shaded hybrid. Eris was not so silly as to continue to whine at the tawny man about this new problem—such a thing would be tantamount to suicide. If they didn't kill her for what she'd done, they'd certainly cast her out.
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