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The sea caves had become a haunt Eris enjoyed, and apparently others of the pack, too, though she did not know it. The high tides washed many scents away, and the sable woman found she could discern little from most of the caves. They were her destination, finding the need to seek privacy. Molcaxitl had irritated her this morning, as had both Pandemic and Salvia. Larkspur had done so even earlier in the day, and the sable hybrid did not think she could stand the sight of any of those familiar ones anymore. She preferred no one, but the woman entertained the thought of simply carting Darijus around with her for show, silent and shamed as the man was. He was now quite easy to command, after all.
Her slow approach to the caves, however, was not quite so desirous of company that she had done such a thing. Instead, she simply wandered, enjoying the burn of movement in her body. The desire to remain immobile was beginning to set in, but the sable woman would delay this as long as possible, forcing herself to move at least a little. As the woman made her way down a sloping part of their unusually steep beaches, she caught a scent -- one she knew from Anathema, and further back than even that.
There was a moment of hesitation in the sable woman. She had seen the shadow in him, and she had seen the shadow that was to come. Were they one and the same? If the red-eyed coyote was to be her downfall, then it was to be, written in stone long before even her mother's mother had quickened in the womb. She couldn't avoid it forever, and so the woman continued onward after this moment, pausing in the entrance to the cave as she peered at him with sharp green-yellow eyes, one hand resting on her stomach.
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