bright beads and woven dreams

[Anselm de le Poer]

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-- Maybe he should have said something. His eyes followed the beads that fell and scattered about on the damp forest floor, and then they pulled up again to her face as she stumbled backing away from him. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be amused, confused, or irritated. Had he freaked her out that badly? Even if he didn't look particularly coyote, the borders reeked of his own scent--he obviously belonged here. Failing that, he was in his quadruped state while she was shifted. She towered over him and his posture was relatively neutral. Quickly he resolved to introduce himself--hopefully that would clear up any confusion or concerns. His wolf-like appearance could be kind of troubling to coyotes, although lately he'd just gotten used to everyone in Inferni knowing who he was. "Yeah; Anselm, Praetorian or Beta or whatever you want to call it of the Inferni clan." He paused, continuing to study her calmly from a safe distance. "You seem awfully uneasy. Why." Had some wolves been harassing her? He'd bloody well hope not--now that the war was over, that sort of shit was supposed to stop. If nothing else, he hoped the other packs would rather leave them alone rather than get caught up in a battle, since Inferni was clearly willing to fight. And beyond that, Esper Hollow should hopefully have been changing some people's opinions of coyotes not affiliated with the seaside clan. Then again, logic was sometimes too much to hope for. Either way, if there was a threat in the area he wanted to hear about it.

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