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-- mall-caps;">In Character Maybe it was their hybrid blood which allowed them to flourish so; yet if that was true, if the wolf could be credited with their survival and success, why had the packs floundered? Certainly, if half wolf blood meant that they stuck together, then by extending that thesis, the full-breed wolves ought to have stuck together twice as well. Kaena was puzzled, and she often gave thought to that burning question, mulling over in her head why the scraggly coyotes would survive the trip over the mountain, while their social cousins' bonds shattered into a thousand pieces, dozens of them scattering to the wind with hardly a care for their former friendships and pack loyalties. The silver canine smiled as the brownish canine spoke his piece, expressing his liking for the clan and calling himself a member of it. She was surprised as he mentioned staying out of the way, wondering if perhaps he simply did not know what to do with himself or his time just yet. He had not been here so long, and a lot of that time was spent recovering. Perhaps he was still just acquiring his clan legs; some simply took to the life slower than others. It was nothing to concern her, though the hybrid woman wished to help him settle as best she could, both because she liked his quiet, reserved presence and because it was her duty to do so. "It's good to hear that," the coyote said with a slow nod. "You shouldn't worry about getting in anyone's way, though. You're as much a member as anybody else, and hey—you outrank a couple of 'em, even," the hybrid said, grinning. True, Inferni was tiny and Hezekiah was smack in the middle of things, but in recent weeks several new faces had emerged, and Hezekiah was just an inch above the rest of them. Still, that was something. The Discens continued, elaborating further and answering the question she had not asked. It was disheartening to hear his head hadn't completely returned to him, but recovery was a long and slow process, and maybe that part of Hezekiah's memory would never return to him. Still, it was nothing to fret over if he was happier here than where he'd been. "Then it's good that you ended up here instead of staying there," she said, rather simply. "Better company here, anyway," she said, half-joking as she grinned over at him. "Maybe it's better you don't remember what happened, anyway—less for you to worry about," she proposed, cocking her monochrome head to the side as she spoke, wondering if that was pressing too far. She was glad she could not recall some of the things she'd done. |