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Vesper · 05-23-2012, 08:24 AM

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It's all goooood.

It had been about three weeks since the attack on the wolf camp, and most of the coywolf’s injuries had healed well enough to be forgotten. Other than the smooth cut on the side of her face and her missing ear, none of her wounds were distinct in the striping of scars that covered the rest of her body. However, if there was one process she was used to, it was healing, and she walked around the clan casually while others were wincing each time their bandages were changed.

Some of her larger wounds were still scabby, however, and they itched like hell. Vesper paused on her usual border patrol, sitting and scratching with a hind paw until she caught herself and marched onward again, pale blue eyes flicking to the undergrowth around the edge of the woods. The land had been quiet since the Boreas wolves came, allowing the clan a time of peace to rest, but she wasn’t going to be any less vigilant.

Four small paws slowed then came to a halt as her nose twitched, and she bristled as she turned. There was a fresh scent close, and while it was not the musky odor of a wolf, it was not that of an Inferni member, either. She broke out into a trot toward the border, where the skulls perched on their stakes and hung off trees—silent, bleached sentinels that proved scary in stories but didn’t seem to stop their living cousins from trespassing.

Sure enough, a coyote hybrid was within the territory. Her lips twitching with annoyance, the Centurion went to accost the dainty thing—but something tickled at her memory. She stopped just when she came into sight, her coal-tipped tail flagging high but her expression far more uncertain than her dominant posture. There was something about this stranger, those impossibly pale eyes in their rim of dark fur…

The memory of the boy sobbing in her jaws came to her suddenly, and Vesper let her tail drop very slowly. She had already seen her sister return to her, but the coyote band had been a very different fragment of her life. Ever since Juniper stared at her with those accusing eyes, memories of it had only brought pain and guilt—but here was one detail from her past, as indistinct as it had been during those teenage days.

“Alegria?” the one-eared fighter asked, her posture strong again but her blue eyes wide and questioning. She had not cared for them, but she had known their names, and this one came in a flicker of intuition: the sister of her first victim.

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