The ebony pelted female smiled as she thought on the adventures that the pair might have when they would embark upon their journey to the Northern lands. The jet Aedile had always enjoyed travelling, she had always had a wanderlust, the idea of visiting the packs to the north of their own homes stirred the old feelings of excitement, she was looking forward to going to the north once again; partially for the travel aspect and partially because she had many loved ones in those packs that she would be able to visit. Her eldest daughter, Naniko was the leader of Anathema, it would be good to visit her, after all it would be Soran's youngest adopted grandchildren's first winter, she had a feeling that her pale daughter might need help with the three boys as they discovered snow. Also in Ichika Na Ho-en was her stepson, it would be good to see the young grey male again, to see if he had managed to overcome his stutter, also it would be a good chance for the sable female to tell him about his mother, the chances were that he had not seen her nor heard the news that his mother and the Aedile were back together and very much in love once more. That was one of the troubles of living so far away from all of the rest of his family, the chances were that the silver male would not have heard much news of the lands, the dark female had not had a chance to travel to see him and the chances were that his mother, the pale female, had not managed to travel to see him either. For a moment the charcoal female felt a pang of guilt, she had been neglecting him, she had been to see her own daughter but had not managed to travel the short distance to see her mate's son, this was something that would have to be remedied, perhaps when Terra and herself adventured towards the north then she would be able to stop and see him, to make sure that he was safe and well. Soran smiled at the younger female as the potential of seeing family members that now lived so far away stirred the old excitement in her once again.
The girl began to speak, explaining that her father had been a wolf, that made her mother a coyote, she said that they had assumed that the difference in her scent had been from her wolven father. What she said after that made the dark female raise her eyebrows in surprise, saying that wolves were more likely to drive them off than mate with them, Soran had never thought of her race as being the aggressors in a fight; having too many painful memories of fighting with the Inferni coyotes and seeing their cruelty towards wolves first hand. She had always thought of the coyotes as the aggressive, bad enemy, it had never occurred to her that the coyotes saw the wolves in the same light, it was a sudden shock to the sable dreamer. She nodded as the girl spoke, her face softening a little, her eyes sad as she realised that perhaps her hate was unfounded, perhaps the wolves and coyotes were not so different after all. The dark female was still untrusting of coyotes, she assumed that she would always feel that way, the injuries were too evident, the emotional scars still ran too deep for the ebony woman to forgive completely, although the notion gave her the idea that perhaps she would be able to forgive them one day.
"I had never thought of the coyotes as seeing the wolves as the enemy, the aggressors. Here it has always been the other way, the coyote pack here are rather cruel and vicious, they drove my old pack off of their pack lands. I had never thought that a coyote pack would be any different, it is nice to know that some are different. I am sorry to hear that you had troubles with wolves, did you often have problems with them in your pack then?" The motherly sable female asked, watching the girl with careful green eyes; this conversation had brought many revelations for the ebony pelted female, it seemed that one never stopped learning, no matter how old you were. The girl spoke again and Soran's ears perked up to catch the sound, wanting to see what else the young girl had to say on the subject of her old pack. It seemed that perhaps they were not that different from the packs of these lands, fights still occurred but not very frequently, that was how it was here, sometimes wolves would fight for rank, but it was a rare happening, somehow it seemed that the packs here had grown out of it in a way.
"I see, did anyone want your rank then? Is that why they worried? Or were they scared that you would forcibly take leadership of the pack?" Soran asked, looking the hybrid over as she said that, the truth was that she could not imagine the young female taking anything by force, she seemed a sweet and caring soul.
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