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Cwmfen was used to the pains of war, but she had never been so close to death as she had been those many days ago. There were pains that she felt that ran deeper than the wounds on the surface, as if every blow had cut into her with an invisible knife, bruising the deeper flesh. Against these, even the wounds of Brennt were forgotten, insignificant. But she regretted that she had shown her physical suffering to the Lilium who had come to comfort her. She did not mean to chase away his efforts. The warrior gathered herself, collecting the frayed edges of her control, calming the waters of her soul with a quiet breath.
She watched silently as the larger male sniffed the fur that she had deposited. He did not respond aloud, but she saw that his look had darkened. And the black female knew that his mind would have turned to the conflict between the two packs. A frown tugged at her lips. But then he had moved again to stand before her, sitting with his tail about his paws. Briefly the female’s mind wondered how the male’s tail had been severed from the rest. Cwmfen looked up at him, and her light smile seemed less faint. "I’m fine now." But she found that she was better and that the waves of pain that had pulsated throughout her body had lessened. The white orbs searched the blue eyes of the male as they had so many times before, but she was less direct, remembering his mateship with Firefly. She could not deny, however, that she was grateful for his presence. Slowly, the female pushed herself up onto her left arm, careful to not aggravate her wounds. Once she had obtained a position with her body propped up and her legs beside her, she reached out with her right hand, the woad upon them still bright. It was almost as if she thought of touching his face, but instead, she placed her hand upon his leg, grasping it gently to as if to reassure him.
Haku’s crude diction made a quiet laugh of grey tones slide into the air. But the female accepted his vow sincerely, surprised that he would find her pains worth the trouble. "I would wish that coward dead." The warrior perceived her attacker as such: a coward. She was a creature that fought with honor, that did not forget why she fought. Even in anger, as she had experienced with the male Brennt, she had not lost control, and she did not abuse his forfeit. The coyote, however, had no reason for attack, and he had caught her while she was weakened. Perhaps in war, the female would have accepted it. But not in times of peace. But she thought briefly of the boy, Ezekiel, who did not seem honorless. "But...." She did love war.... "Perhaps we should request Inferni’s surrender of this male." If the clan honored the truce, it should not be broken, regardless of her state, because of the insolence of a single male. Or perhaps there was some other occurrence of which she was not aware.
Her grip upon the male’s leg tightened with a new wave of pain, and she clenched her teeth against it. Swiftly, she relaxed her grip, slowly letting out her breath. But she did not think that her attempts at discretion would fool the male, especially for their proximity.
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Cwmfen was used to the pains of war, but she had never been so close to death as she had been those many days ago. There were pains that she felt that ran deeper than the wounds on the surface, as if every blow had cut into her with an invisible knife, bruising the deeper flesh. Against these, even the wounds of Brennt were forgotten, insignificant. But she regretted that she had shown her physical suffering to the Lilium who had come to comfort her. She did not mean to chase away his efforts. The warrior gathered herself, collecting the frayed edges of her control, calming the waters of her soul with a quiet breath.
She watched silently as the larger male sniffed the fur that she had deposited. He did not respond aloud, but she saw that his look had darkened. And the black female knew that his mind would have turned to the conflict between the two packs. A frown tugged at her lips. But then he had moved again to stand before her, sitting with his tail about his paws. Briefly the female’s mind wondered how the male’s tail had been severed from the rest. Cwmfen looked up at him, and her light smile seemed less faint. "I’m fine now." But she found that she was better and that the waves of pain that had pulsated throughout her body had lessened. The white orbs searched the blue eyes of the male as they had so many times before, but she was less direct, remembering his mateship with Firefly. She could not deny, however, that she was grateful for his presence. Slowly, the female pushed herself up onto her left arm, careful to not aggravate her wounds. Once she had obtained a position with her body propped up and her legs beside her, she reached out with her right hand, the woad upon them still bright. It was almost as if she thought of touching his face, but instead, she placed her hand upon his leg, grasping it gently to as if to reassure him.
Haku’s crude diction made a quiet laugh of grey tones slide into the air. But the female accepted his vow sincerely, surprised that he would find her pains worth the trouble. "I would wish that coward dead." The warrior perceived her attacker as such: a coward. She was a creature that fought with honor, that did not forget why she fought. Even in anger, as she had experienced with the male Brennt, she had not lost control, and she did not abuse his forfeit. The coyote, however, had no reason for attack, and he had caught her while she was weakened. Perhaps in war, the female would have accepted it. But not in times of peace. But she thought briefly of the boy, Ezekiel, who did not seem honorless. "But...." She did love war.... "Perhaps we should request Inferni’s surrender of this male." If the clan honored the truce, it should not be broken, regardless of her state, because of the insolence of a single male. Or perhaps there was some other occurrence of which she was not aware.
Her grip upon the male’s leg tightened with a new wave of pain, and she clenched her teeth against it. Swiftly, she relaxed her grip, slowly letting out her breath. But she did not think that her attempts at discretion would fool the male, especially for their proximity.