*steals even though she has other threads that need replying to* Alma is going to feel so guilty when she realizes Emma disappeared and she didn't notice
Alma was astride her horse, surveying the changes the hurricane had wrought on Inferni's territory. Her pace was slow, almost leisurely; she still did not trust herself to keep control of her horse when the mare launched into a full gallop. Yet; the orange coyote had taught her to tolerate her presence enough to ride on her back, and perhaps one day they would trust each other enough to go into battle together - distant as that future was. Inferni had seen no threats since the Boreas had been defeated, and while Alma wasn't a warrior by rank, she was more than willing to fight.
A howl from the borders made her large ears swivel. She paused for a moment, considering whether she should answer the call. If it was a coyote looking to join, Alma thought it was better for another, more socially-inclined member to greet the newcomer - it would make a better impression. She almost dismissed it, but something in the coyote's voice seemed familiar, though she couldn't quite place it.
Abruptly, she felt her mother's presence hovering over her shoulder. No words came from the ghost's mouth - nor could she see her - but Alma felt her mother wanted her to investigate; perhaps she was as curious as her daughter? Or perhaps she knew something Alma didn't...
Spurred on by that last thought, she urged her horse into a trot. The orange-haired coyote half expected one of her siblings to be standing by the skulls, waiting for her. It had been so long since she had seen any of her family and only now had it occurred to her that they existed at all. An expression of surprise crossed her face when she spied instead a black coyote with something like skull markings upon her head. She felt like her mother had tricked her, somehow; she just wanted to satisfy her own curiosity, clearly - this was no relative of hers.
Alma pulled her horse to a stop a short distance away, so the mare would not be tempted to trample the woman, and dismounted. "Hello," she said, while stroking the horse's side. Surprise gave way to curiosity at the dark coyote's strange markings. It rather fit in with the borders, and made her suspicious that the woman intended to join - not that she objected, but Alma was not one of those designated to greet newcomers and was afraid she might get in trouble for her rash decision.
"I am Alma, Armorum of Inferni." She paused, considering how she might best phrase this. "I am not, ah... the one you should talk to if you want to join," She said, apologetically, eyes darting a bit as if she thought she was doing something wrong. "But, if you have any other business with our clan, I'd be happy to help."
Her eyes fell to the bundle in the woman's arms, which she had not noticed until now. She could just catch the sight of a tiny gray snout. The orange coyote's eyes lit up, and she almost took a step closer to get a better look - she couldn't see the resemblance to her golden haired friend from this distance - but stopped herself. The mother (or the woman she assumed was the mother, anyway) might be offended by the intrusion.
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