the best laid plans of mice and men

Preybot · 02-17-2012, 07:53 AM

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Though the old coyote heard the sound of alarms, she had little care for them. She was, after all, a slave -- what did slaves care for alarms? Verusha Agata was only dimly aware of her status within Salsola, but she was cognizant of the fact that she need not concern herself with raised alarms. Instead, the tawny coyote continued her work, which primarily involved sewing these days. She was not very useful. Verusha had spent her life waiting -- waiting for Rurik, waiting for her children to grow up, waiting for her children to return. Now, she just plain waited, whether it was for a task or for some other slave to introduce some fun into the monotomy of daily life.

Disinterested as she was in the fighting, death, and other woes of their pack, Verusha moved about the territory, unaware or indifferent to the idea that she could encounter one of these trespassers for which they'd sounded the alarms. Perhaps it would be good to encounter a trespasser! It was something different, after all. The old woman stopped, suddenly, staring at the underbrush several feet to the left of Vesper. Though it might seem she had caught the scent of the other canine, in truth, Verusha was simply having a moment, as she was wont to do these days. The stresses of slavery weren't great for the old woman, but she was aware of a change in her status, at least.

The old woman regained herself a moment later and continued toward the bushes, seemingly headed to pass Vesper without realizing her presence.

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