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The white mass of crystallized rain was friend and foe combined in the simplest of foes. Tracks were laughably easy to follow, and it was with relative ease she spotted those with coats draped with earthen hues and what not. Both black and white coated creatures were trickier, as the snowy landscape offered both of these colours. Most devilish was the white furred wolf, for he could with ease dive through the white, invisible unless betrayed by scent or closeness. Halo, of course, kept all senses open and receptive, as she moved through territory where hostility was ridiculously easy to come by. Her appearance alone spoke well of her coyote inherence, but it was probably the scent of Inferni that spoke loudest against her favour. Or so it had in the past. At a younger stage of the coyess’ life, she had attempted to fix her racist attitude towards wolves. Unfortunately, she had probably walked into the wrong individuals, because the result had been an increased hatred to the wolfish race. Not every wolf was bad, she was perfectly aware of this, but the vast majority had rubbed her the wrong way entirely. It was so much easier just to play on hostile strings. Halo was known to be a bitch, even amongst her own, so it would be completely useless to attempt to redeem herself with the wolf population of ‘Souls.
The child was discovered in the distance, and her first response was to put on her biggest, meanest face and stalk away. But once it was discovered that the small canine actually was a mere child, she thought fuck it and stopped in her tracks. How long had it been since she had seen a wolf puppy last? A puppy was a puppy, true, but she couldn’t deny the fresh rush of simple curiosity as the canine came to take a closer look. The Triarii was almost surprised to see that the little female didn’t run away once she saw that she was a stranger. If the coyote had ever found out that her children had walked up to a stranger wolf by the clan’s roughed up borders, she would have internally exploded at their idiocy and gone to chase the cold trace of any wolf that had dared to interact with them, friendly or no. But this wasn’t the case, and she was glad to see the girl come up close without obvious fear or suspicion clogging up the frosted winter air. The child kept a certain distance, sure, but close enough for her young voice to be caught by attentive coyote ears with ease.
Scarlet eyes were sharp as she looked the pretty little wolf girl over, but not with a similar hostility she might have received had it been a fully grown wolf trotting along her side. While she had always openly disliked children, it seemed simpler to interact in this situation. Perhaps she could appreciate the small female’s young age, for a change. The first words spoken were complimentary ones, and the Lykoi woman’s pupils dilated slightly, slightly surprised by the opening dialogue. Fingers rose to brush against the crimson chaos star above her heart, and she even went as far to offer an unexpected little smile at the girl that had decided not to judge her. That was the beauty with children, she thought. They didn’t mindlessly judge like too many adults did, herself included. How old could this pack puppy be? Oblivion and Amnesty were well fed and strong for their age, though outmatched by this one. Itachi had more wolf in him than his siblings, but he had been a runt, and it seemed forever since he too had been a child. It had been too long since she last had laid her eyes upon him, and it was sad to consider the possibility that she might never see him again at all. Traitor or not, he was her child.
Slightly disgusted by her sappy thoughts, she pushed them away and focused on this little wolf instead. Oh, wouldn’t it be spectacular if it turned out that an adult guardian chased after the girl and found her in the company of a member of one of the more hostile canine groups there were in the area. ”Thank you,” the belated reply sounded, after a few seconds of nothing. Ruby hues remained on the girl through heavy eyelashes, but she did her best to express some form of kindness rather than the hard, blood-boiling stare she was accustomed to giving everyone, everywhere. Tilting her head at the strange little thing, she crouched down slightly, peering at the unreserved grin carved on the pretty girl’s face. She took note of the uncommon hue of her eyes, and was reminded of the distant spring. Amnesty and Oblivion shared the same blood-red as both parents. So many in the Lykoi family did, and that was what she was accustomed to. There were always exceptions. If she wasn’t entirely mistaken, Zana’s eye colour was more of a weak, greyish purple rather than the traditional mix of amber and red. But she wasn’t certain, and she had no desire to check it up unless she was forced to interact with the rat-woman.
”Are you playing out here all on your own?” The Triarii decided to ask, sweetly, without revealing her true motive. She didn’t plan to hurt the girl, exactly, but she’d rather not linger if the kid was playing hide and seek with another pack member. Interacting with an unsupervised child by the borders was not a good thing.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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