hurr, this is a dumb post :>
No one seemed to react to Eris's presence negatively -- the coyote woman was dismayed. She knew how much of a wolf she looked, and she knew how much of an outcast this made her in Inferni. Still, wasn't it good to slip unnoticed amongst these wolves? If she had wanted to work toward Inferni, if she had wanted to spy for them, she could have been excellent at such things. Most canines had to be told she was part-coyote, it seemed. Sometimes Eris wondered how her ruse of Eterne had ever worked -- in truth, had Mantus Kimaris not been so desperate for a heir, a grandchild, Eris would be dead or enslaved, for certain. Of course, the chartreuse-eyed woman could not know this, and her distance from that place and that family would likely prevent her from ever discovering such knowledge. The sable-shaded woman paid close attention to the white wolf -- she was certainly in the lead here, and the coyote nodded her head in response. She hadn't expected generosity, but her stomach growled and demanded the food, immediately convincing her to stay, even if it meant hearing these canines out. Someone brushed past her, and the Infernian watched as a pale wolf hurled himself at the snow-colored woman, murmuring something into her fur. It was something of a bizarre spectacle, and now Eris watched the whole group with more intrigue than she had a moment ago.
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