09-29-2009, 05:53 AM
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The coyotes and red wolves were not built for the cold as arctic wolves were; their ears were larger than the average wolf's and their coats were not as thick, their bodies smaller with far less body fat on them, all in all a poor combination for true frigid cold. But they were not so far north here that the winters were absolutely frozen, and the world melted in early spring, bringing with it blessed warmer temperatures. There were rougher and longer winters further north, and places where the snow never melted—places that would certainly kill Kaena.
The silvery hybrid smiled at the red wolf's sentiment, nodding slowly. "Each season has its lovely parts," the coyote agreed, finding it rare for herself to express such sentiments as well. They were frequent thoughts, but the seasons were not something Kaena discussed too often unless it was grumbling a complaint about missing another, generally when one ran too long. "When autumn comes, the leaves change like fire," she added, tentatively expressing her favorite change in the world brought about by the shifting seasons.
Coyote society was sadly not so much a society. It was common for their kind to pair up to raise children, but once the children were grown the pair tended to drift, hunting the same territory while avoiding each other until the next breeding season. For the most part, coyotes were loners and many tended to be wanderers, rejecting the idea that they ought to roam the same set territory that their parents before them claimed. Perhaps that was why Inferni seemed to suffer at times. Still, there was a strong dash of hybrid blood in them, and maybe that would help keep the clan together. Familial ties always helped.
She listened to the russet canine speak, her sable ears pricking in interest. A slow smile spread across her scarred features, and she shook her head. "I would think you could say at those times, Inferni was less of a clan and more of a few squatters staking out the territory. No doubt if any of the wolves wanted our land, they could have captured it easily," she said with a shrug. Perhaps they were lucky they had the least desirable corner of the former world, the thin forest that rarely contained larger prey for the coyotes to fell. The hybrid woman considered his words, vaguely wondering if it was a threat he was making. She decided not. Dawali had shown her nothing but kindness, and it simply meant that AniWaya had larger, unseen allies elsewhere.
She scoffed, though it was not a noise directed at the AniWayan wolf. "I can't imagine living in a big tribe. I found a place once, on the far coast. There were many canines and in such a small space, it was... suffocating," she said wrinkling her nose as she spoke and pausing to think of the proper word to end her sentence. "Didn't stay too long. Home feels much better," the coyote added, nodding to punctuate her sentence. The hybrid had not spoken of the Malai Ratree in some time, and she wondered if anyone else had encountered those fascinating canines on their travels. Dawali seemed like a worldly canine, and he was a likely candidate to have seen the far and obscure corners of the earth.
The coyotes and red wolves were not built for the cold as arctic wolves were; their ears were larger than the average wolf's and their coats were not as thick, their bodies smaller with far less body fat on them, all in all a poor combination for true frigid cold. But they were not so far north here that the winters were absolutely frozen, and the world melted in early spring, bringing with it blessed warmer temperatures. There were rougher and longer winters further north, and places where the snow never melted—places that would certainly kill Kaena.
The silvery hybrid smiled at the red wolf's sentiment, nodding slowly. "Each season has its lovely parts," the coyote agreed, finding it rare for herself to express such sentiments as well. They were frequent thoughts, but the seasons were not something Kaena discussed too often unless it was grumbling a complaint about missing another, generally when one ran too long. "When autumn comes, the leaves change like fire," she added, tentatively expressing her favorite change in the world brought about by the shifting seasons.
Coyote society was sadly not so much a society. It was common for their kind to pair up to raise children, but once the children were grown the pair tended to drift, hunting the same territory while avoiding each other until the next breeding season. For the most part, coyotes were loners and many tended to be wanderers, rejecting the idea that they ought to roam the same set territory that their parents before them claimed. Perhaps that was why Inferni seemed to suffer at times. Still, there was a strong dash of hybrid blood in them, and maybe that would help keep the clan together. Familial ties always helped.
She listened to the russet canine speak, her sable ears pricking in interest. A slow smile spread across her scarred features, and she shook her head. "I would think you could say at those times, Inferni was less of a clan and more of a few squatters staking out the territory. No doubt if any of the wolves wanted our land, they could have captured it easily," she said with a shrug. Perhaps they were lucky they had the least desirable corner of the former world, the thin forest that rarely contained larger prey for the coyotes to fell. The hybrid woman considered his words, vaguely wondering if it was a threat he was making. She decided not. Dawali had shown her nothing but kindness, and it simply meant that AniWaya had larger, unseen allies elsewhere.
She scoffed, though it was not a noise directed at the AniWayan wolf. "I can't imagine living in a big tribe. I found a place once, on the far coast. There were many canines and in such a small space, it was... suffocating," she said wrinkling her nose as she spoke and pausing to think of the proper word to end her sentence. "Didn't stay too long. Home feels much better," the coyote added, nodding to punctuate her sentence. The hybrid had not spoken of the Malai Ratree in some time, and she wondered if anyone else had encountered those fascinating canines on their travels. Dawali seemed like a worldly canine, and he was a likely candidate to have seen the far and obscure corners of the earth.