09-21-2011, 04:45 PM
Raha had never felt so relieved in her entire life. Her fur drooped down to her paws, her ears were pricked upon seeing Ezekiel. The female crossbred Coyote was usually stubborn, short-tempered and aggressive, her tongue sharper than a butcher's knife, but she knew when to bite it and play the 'flattering' game. After all, here was a pack of hybrids, just like her. She would be a fool to ruin her chance to be saved. Feeling sly and coy, Raha lowered herself slightly, although she absolutely hated submitting. She thought of it as a form of weakness, although she decided it was necessary in this situation. After all, high-ranking wolves of Coyotes seemed to wallow in such acts. Raha remembered how the fight with the dominant male wolf. He had tried to force her to be submissive. Raha was now submitting on her own accord; after all, she was a Coyote of her own mind and maybe a little too much free-will.
"I may have picked a hell of a time," Raha said with a lopsided smirk, "but hey, I'm not going to die of hypothermia out in this atrocious weather. Better late than never." She decided to press herself down even more, hoping not to sound rude.
The rain lashed out across her eyes, momentarily blinding her in a flurry of water. She supposed the drops were getting violent, as they did in a storm. For a moment she portrayed a sudden weakness; shivering with the cold, ears abruptly flattened against her head, eyes narrowed to tiny slits, glinting with pain and fear. But it was all over in a second, for Raha was not the type of Coyote to express her emotions and feelings clearly and fluently.
"I may have picked a hell of a time," Raha said with a lopsided smirk, "but hey, I'm not going to die of hypothermia out in this atrocious weather. Better late than never." She decided to press herself down even more, hoping not to sound rude.
The rain lashed out across her eyes, momentarily blinding her in a flurry of water. She supposed the drops were getting violent, as they did in a storm. For a moment she portrayed a sudden weakness; shivering with the cold, ears abruptly flattened against her head, eyes narrowed to tiny slits, glinting with pain and fear. But it was all over in a second, for Raha was not the type of Coyote to express her emotions and feelings clearly and fluently.