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There was some relief in Eris for being able to escape the puppies, at least for a little while. The sable-shaded woman had spent more hours than shewould have liked to contemplate in that cave with her children. In the weeks since their birth, Eris had learned to love them -- they were hers, they had come from her body combined with another she lived. They had been strangers upon first entering this world, and the new mother did not know how she was supposed to care for these children of hers. The Tuyul had learned quickly, and in learning how to be a mother, she discovered her children were unique, different -- each had a particular personality and each displayed peculiar likes and dislikes.
Even so, fascinated as she was by her children, the sable-shaded woman had leapt at the chance to take a break from them. Larkspur was there for them, and the Tuyul certainly trusted that the father of her children would care for them. The silence of the late afternoon comforted the coal-furred woman, who meandered alone along the above-ground portion of the territory. Breathing deeply, the woman inhaled the fresh air. If there was one thing she did not like about these caves and her new home, it was the air -- there was quite a bit of staleness in the caves. Eventually, the Tuyul figured the Anathema wolves would improve upon this aspect of their homeland.
The sound of a call caught her attention, and the shadow-furred woman turned, lifting her ears and turning her head toward the source of the sound. The hybrid had not usually been one to greet those who came calling on the Inferni borders, but this was her new home, her new start. She wanted to make a good impression on these canines of the Anathema pack, and so she started off at a trot, carrying herself quickly toward the source of the sound and over the border. Most signs of late pregnancy had faded from the Optime woman and she was as lithe and lean as she had been prior to getting knocked up.
The stranger waited patiently on the other side of their borders, and the Tuyul came upon him quickly, halting several feet away and placing both hands on her hips. There was no aggression or excitement in her, merely the laid-back indifference of one already ranked within the pack. “Can I help you?” she asked, not so much as a ghost of a smile lingering on her coal-shaded lips.
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