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Man, fuck her anyway. Can probably end it after this, otherwise I'll switch to Ithiel?
Myrika is by Alaine!
The red-haired woman stood in astonishment as everyone else seemed absorbed in their tasks. She wanted to melt away into the forest just then. Disbelief trumped all else -- it still had not quite dawned on the tawny-furred coyote what she'd done, though it was beginning to hit home. Ezekiel spoke praises, which Ithiel accepted with a gracious nod and Myrika did not react to at all. When she did not step forward to take the boy as Ithiel expected, the dust-colored man did so himself. Children were women's work, but Ithiel was fond of children all the same, and this one was a child of a cousin -- his blood.
Myrika's attention refocused on Halo as Enkiel spoke urgently; the mahogany-haired coyote took a step away from them, hoping to melt away without anyone's notice. She saw Ithiel glance in her direction, however, and this step was all she dared take. As much as she did not want to be here, she did not want to embarrass herself, either. Ezekiel called Viggo to him and put Halo on his back, clambering up a moment later. Ithiel put Oblivion in her arms, then, and he and Enkiel climbed onto Bairre's back, chasing after Ezekiel at as fast a pace as they dared. Myrika was left alone with the carnage and the child.
Having no idea what to do with this latter thing, she called for Eira, who refused to come close to the dead wolves. Myrika walked to her with the heavy puppy in her arms, clutching him to her chest. She didn't know Oblivion well at all, but he was Halo's. Who would take care of him and Amnesty while Halo... what? Recovered? Got worse and died? Myrika dared not think it. She slung the puppy uncomfortably to one side, supporting most of him with her forearm so she could climb onto the horse's back. Once they were both secured and in the saddle, she took off, though not in the direction of the mansion.
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