08-25-2009, 09:13 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_columbus.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Yeah, we could end it here if it's good by you? Or they can continue to chat. xD Either way. The hybrid woman's rage had faded, replaced with a slow fury, boiling and building beneath the surface. Who was this stranger to walk on their borders, a lone wolf with a vendetta against coyotes? The silvery coyote at once saw him for what he was: a symbol, a target. It was painted in blazing red on his back by this scent, and the coyotes would catch up with him and make him pay for his damage and his disrespect, sooner or later. The hybrid woman was sullen and silent for a moment, her smoldering golden eye wandering to Gabriel as he spoke. The name Marlowe inspired recognition and awe in the coyote; she hadn't seen the bird in some time. The hybrid was surprised that he was still with the clan so long. It had been some years since the crow had first joined up with them. Then again, Kaena supposed the picking was good enough to sate his appetite. The silvery coyote had a reminiscing look on her face for just an instant, broken when Anselm added his voice to the mix. The hybrid's glittering eye refocused on him, interest showing on her features. She caught the look and understood, turning her grizzled face back to her son for a moment. "I'll go with Anselm," she offered. If Gabriel had some other idea of what she ought to be doing, the hybrid coyote could only comply. She agreed with Anselm's other sentiment—there were a few things she wanted to talk to Gabriel about herself, but they could wait in the face of this new development in the clan life. Samael was not dead, as he believed—whatever illness had gripped him was gone. She was also itching to talk about that Valley wolf, and what the clan's status was on that particular pack. The hybrid recalled the snowy white female she'd chased off of clan territory, and she turned her head back to Anselm for a moment, and then back to Gabriel, torn as to what she wanted to do for the moment. But her son offered her a nod, and the hybrid woman dipped her head to him, turning on her heels and walking quickly to catch up with Anselm, the limp still pronounced but certainly improving. |