You can't be late until you show up

[Kaena Lykoi]

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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> This post might be wonky. XD And I'm now assuming that at the conclusion of our last thread, Fatin had given an affirmative answer, and then said she had to put some affairs in order/take care of stuff first?     The coyote woman had waited with anxiousness for some time for her lovely red she-wolf to return. It had been many weeks ago, and Kaena's mind had cycled through a thousand possibilities a thousand times. She did not know why the russet goddess had failed to return to her; there was at once anger and fear creeping up Kaena's spine. Two distinct possibilities existed in Kaena's mind—the affairs she had to settle were not as simple as Fatin had predicted, or the possibility of dwelling in the coyote clan was too grotesque for her to bear. The latter was merely disappointing, while the former was downright scary. What could have held her up for so long?     There had been no doubt in Kaena's mind that they would encounter each other somewhere along the line again, by chance or fate or circumstance, and she did not think their last meeting was the finale of their saga, either way. The hybrid woman had tried her best to push the russet she-wolf from her head once she hadn't come right away, hell—she'd been rather quick to stray one she assumed Fatin had departed from the area for some time. There was boredom, lust, and chance—little else had fueled the coyote woman's tryst with the leader of the hybrid pack. She almost regretted it now, a stab of guilt striking her heart as a familiar voice floated on the wind.     Then, something else more important caught her nose—blood? Immediately adrenaline shot into the woman's heart and she allowed a soft cry, immediately swerving from her lope around the borders and heading toward the source of the scent with her heart thundering in her chest. Her breath came in a sharp gasp as she found her, battered and broken. The grizzled coyote charged forward, a whine echoing from her throat as she approached as quickly as possible. "Oh, Fatin," the coyote murmured, her ears folding back against her skull. The hybrid woman whined again softly, her eyes roving over the hardly-recognizable, marred she-wolf before her. Still, through the matted fur and fresh wounds, the coyote could see those brilliant eyes, weary and weak, but sparkling with life still.

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