08-12-2009, 03:45 AM
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There was restlessness in her now; she sensed that though they shared muddled blood, they were two canines of completely different worlds. They might be able to maintain civility, but she doubted either would ever truly understand the other. He had chosen the pack's life of a wolf, and Kaena was born and bred coyote—sort of. Her mother had raised her to believe she was a coyote, but Andre had taught her otherwise; he was a red wolf with a touch of coyote, enough make her roughly halfway coyote. Still, her experiments into pack life had not ended well—she had murdered her alphas, and perhaps that had emblazoned her with some invisible stigmata, for the other packs she encountered would not so much as pause at the borders for her.
He seemed to think the same, and she offered him that same thin smile. "I would rather friends than enemies," she said simply, honesty coating her words. It was better to be civil with more canines rather than nasty. Kaena did not know of anyone who could afford to have more enemies than friends; sooner or later one of those antagonists would figure a means to cut you down. The hybrid woman paused, thinking as the wolf continued to speak. She nodded gravely. Ahemait had only been saved by the virtue of her lover, Fatin—it was that red wolf's kindness which kept the golden-blonde coyote walking the earth still.
The hybrid woman smiled; she would surely be roaming for some time still, but it was indeed time to head back to Inferni for the night. She might run the borders once more before she slept, taking a jog around the perimeter before settling down to rest. She stood up, shaking her head a few times as she began to move. "We'll meet again, hm? Good night." She called this over her shoulder as she retreated, heading for the coyote clan's territory with a spring in her step.
There was restlessness in her now; she sensed that though they shared muddled blood, they were two canines of completely different worlds. They might be able to maintain civility, but she doubted either would ever truly understand the other. He had chosen the pack's life of a wolf, and Kaena was born and bred coyote—sort of. Her mother had raised her to believe she was a coyote, but Andre had taught her otherwise; he was a red wolf with a touch of coyote, enough make her roughly halfway coyote. Still, her experiments into pack life had not ended well—she had murdered her alphas, and perhaps that had emblazoned her with some invisible stigmata, for the other packs she encountered would not so much as pause at the borders for her.
He seemed to think the same, and she offered him that same thin smile. "I would rather friends than enemies," she said simply, honesty coating her words. It was better to be civil with more canines rather than nasty. Kaena did not know of anyone who could afford to have more enemies than friends; sooner or later one of those antagonists would figure a means to cut you down. The hybrid woman paused, thinking as the wolf continued to speak. She nodded gravely. Ahemait had only been saved by the virtue of her lover, Fatin—it was that red wolf's kindness which kept the golden-blonde coyote walking the earth still.
The hybrid woman smiled; she would surely be roaming for some time still, but it was indeed time to head back to Inferni for the night. She might run the borders once more before she slept, taking a jog around the perimeter before settling down to rest. She stood up, shaking her head a few times as she began to move. "We'll meet again, hm? Good night." She called this over her shoulder as she retreated, heading for the coyote clan's territory with a spring in her step.