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Myrika Tears · 01-05-2012, 01:04 PM

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The roan mare seemed to sense the excitement, though she was well-behaved enough to only toss her head a few times. Myrika patted her on the neck, and the horse gave a few more excited motions, leaning over to nudge at Viggo's shoulder. The horse beneath Kaena seemed entirely indifferent to either of the other two equines, and merely stared forward, waiting for the rope to bring her along. Myrika was glad for this; she knew Kaena was not at all comfortable while ahorse, and if they encountered any sort of trouble, the old woman would require a steadier mount than Viggo or Eira could provide. For her part, Myri was comfortable with Eira now, to the point that the woman did not fear being thrown off. Perhaps she was overconfident in her abilities, but long hours on horseback had passed since the storm that had separated her from her family, too. She knew her own abilities better, and she knew her horse better.

The horses moved in a messy line, and Myrika found herself just behind Ezekiel, with Kaena's horse trailing behind her. She watched the raven land on Viggo's back, and quirked half a smile at the creature. Though she was not particularly fond of birds, she understood the raven's intelligence far exceeded that of any horse, and therefore a bit more finesse was due when when dealing with him. Ibsen merely stared back at her with his beady eyes, tilting his head comically as he did so. Though he opened his dark beak, no sound came out, and it became apparent the motion was a yawn. Myri stifled a laugh at this; it hadn't occurred to her that birds might yawn as Luperci did.

Ezekiel's question drew her attention, and the russet-hued woman was quick to answer this time, intending to beat her grandmother to the punch. It was easy for the old woman to overshadow meek Myrika. It was easy for Kaena to overshadow almost anyone, Myri figured, whether the old woman meant it or not. Hardly at all, the rusty woman said, and she thought she heard the click of teeth as the old woman's jaws snapped shut. Smiling to herself, Myri continued. We turned around almost immediately. I wasn't comfortable all the way out there, just the two of us, the woman explained. It was primarily Kaena the rust-hued Consul worried about.

The russet coyote had become fond of her grandmother, though she assumed her relationship with Kaena was a far cry from the one existing between most grandparents and grandchildren. The old woman spoke at length of sex and violence, seemingly with no care that it was her own daughter's daughter she spoke to. They had even partaken of drugs together, which Myri did not think was a particularly grandmotherly activity. Nevertheless, the scarred old thing had endeared herself to Myrika, and the russet-hued woman felt the need to protect the old woman, perhaps as strongly as the grandchildren who had grown up around her.

The terrain became rockier, and the forest began to thin as they reached higher elevations. Ezekiel, Myri began, hesitating a moment. The no-man's-land between Anathema and Ichika's borders is thin. She did not know if Ezekiel had traveled north before. It seemed to her, he stuck around Inferni pretty well, but she thought it would be better to make him aware of such impediments and potential dangers than leave them unspoken. In any case, she did not think sharing such knowledge was gasconading her prowess regarding scouting. The pack borders were clear as if they'd been outlined in neon glow paint. Myrika simply thought it prudent to warn Ezekiel before the trio was on top of the Anathema and Ichika borders.

Myrika is by Nat!

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