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It was when the golden wolf turned that Snake noticed he was twisting something about his claws. The coyote’s keen vision focused on it—it seemed to be something like thin pieces of twine, wrapped into a kind of rope. Well, whoever this weaving stranger was, it seemed as though he was intent on being totally nonchalant about trespassing onto coyote grounds that had skulls placed around the perimeter to keep wolves out. Snake’s eyes narrowed—virtually disappearing under the shadow of his bandanna—as the trespasser jumped down from his rocky perch. The younger coyote tensed up, all the muscles in his shoulders and arms tensing as the stranger approached him. He was a synapse or two away from attacking when the other canine waltzed over, tail wagging like a puppy, and began to put the twine rope around his neck. Shock kept Snake from moving—he merely watched, his olive eyes widening slightly, as the golden-furred wolf tied the necklace firmly. At first alarms went off in his head (one learned to avoid anything that looked like a noose in New Haven), but, when it was tied around his neck, it wasn’t to where it was choking him. But it constricted his throat. He wanted it off.
Snake was about to reach up and pull the blasted thing off of him when he caught the wolf speaking to him. Until that point the coyote hadn’t really noticed (he was too busy hearing the blood rushing through his ears, ready to strike), but the condescending nature that this wolf—who seemed barely a few months older than Snake himself—had towards the Inferni member made Snake’s blood boil even more ferociously. The anger spread through his veins, heating his skin and making his fur prickle uncomfortably. Emotion was something that Snake felt rarely—such strong emotion to actually effect him visibly was something that happened once in a blue moon. Looked like today was one of those blue moons.
The Tirones hit the wolf’s hand away when he attempted to touch his nose, another growl rumbling from his young throat. He hated how the necklace felt against his rumbling vocal chords. He could barely focus on what the wolf was saying. He introduced himself as Daisuke, and that he was new to these parts and that he ocean had called him and that he was waiting for a sea dragon or something like that. Pragmatic Snake didn’t care. Any idiot could see the stakes at the boundaries, and smell the scent markings—this was a place where his kind was not allowed. The wolf blathered on more about the necklace, and Snake tried to figure out what to do. Whenever he thought about defending the territory, it was towards a coyote-aggressive wolf. Not one who gave shell necklaces and waited around for damn water dragons.
But, as the young coyote looked at the wolf with smoldering anger in his eyes, he realized that he couldn’t attack him. He had the right to, but he couldn’t. It was his kindness—giving gifts to strangers. Hadn’t he already given a mirror to Bram, not but a few days ago? Same thing. Maybe he could end this without being overtly nasty. Just as long as this Daisuke didn’t treat him like a four-month-old anymore.
He lowered his hand, which had been reaching toward the necklace, and quieted the emotion in his eyes. He was flat again—emotionless, automatic. “How about a deal—I’ll wear the necklace if you let me escort you out of here.” Snake was tortured. He shuddered to think how Kaena or any other Inferni member would feel if they learned that he was skipping the chance to kill—or at least violently chase off—some trespassing wolf. That’s the reason why he had to make this fast. “You need to get out of here. There are coyotes here that wouldn’t think twice about killing a trespasser like you. There is other ocean in this land for you to visit without danger.” He tried to be reasonable, to be persuasive. It was all he could do. Any moment now the winds could shift and the scent of wolf could be carried to any Inferni member. Then it might be curtains. Despite the fact that he seemed soulless, Snake did care. Even the tin man ended up having a heart, somewhere.
It was when the golden wolf turned that Snake noticed he was twisting something about his claws. The coyote’s keen vision focused on it—it seemed to be something like thin pieces of twine, wrapped into a kind of rope. Well, whoever this weaving stranger was, it seemed as though he was intent on being totally nonchalant about trespassing onto coyote grounds that had skulls placed around the perimeter to keep wolves out. Snake’s eyes narrowed—virtually disappearing under the shadow of his bandanna—as the trespasser jumped down from his rocky perch. The younger coyote tensed up, all the muscles in his shoulders and arms tensing as the stranger approached him. He was a synapse or two away from attacking when the other canine waltzed over, tail wagging like a puppy, and began to put the twine rope around his neck. Shock kept Snake from moving—he merely watched, his olive eyes widening slightly, as the golden-furred wolf tied the necklace firmly. At first alarms went off in his head (one learned to avoid anything that looked like a noose in New Haven), but, when it was tied around his neck, it wasn’t to where it was choking him. But it constricted his throat. He wanted it off.
Snake was about to reach up and pull the blasted thing off of him when he caught the wolf speaking to him. Until that point the coyote hadn’t really noticed (he was too busy hearing the blood rushing through his ears, ready to strike), but the condescending nature that this wolf—who seemed barely a few months older than Snake himself—had towards the Inferni member made Snake’s blood boil even more ferociously. The anger spread through his veins, heating his skin and making his fur prickle uncomfortably. Emotion was something that Snake felt rarely—such strong emotion to actually effect him visibly was something that happened once in a blue moon. Looked like today was one of those blue moons.
The Tirones hit the wolf’s hand away when he attempted to touch his nose, another growl rumbling from his young throat. He hated how the necklace felt against his rumbling vocal chords. He could barely focus on what the wolf was saying. He introduced himself as Daisuke, and that he was new to these parts and that he ocean had called him and that he was waiting for a sea dragon or something like that. Pragmatic Snake didn’t care. Any idiot could see the stakes at the boundaries, and smell the scent markings—this was a place where his kind was not allowed. The wolf blathered on more about the necklace, and Snake tried to figure out what to do. Whenever he thought about defending the territory, it was towards a coyote-aggressive wolf. Not one who gave shell necklaces and waited around for damn water dragons.
But, as the young coyote looked at the wolf with smoldering anger in his eyes, he realized that he couldn’t attack him. He had the right to, but he couldn’t. It was his kindness—giving gifts to strangers. Hadn’t he already given a mirror to Bram, not but a few days ago? Same thing. Maybe he could end this without being overtly nasty. Just as long as this Daisuke didn’t treat him like a four-month-old anymore.
He lowered his hand, which had been reaching toward the necklace, and quieted the emotion in his eyes. He was flat again—emotionless, automatic. “How about a deal—I’ll wear the necklace if you let me escort you out of here.” Snake was tortured. He shuddered to think how Kaena or any other Inferni member would feel if they learned that he was skipping the chance to kill—or at least violently chase off—some trespassing wolf. That’s the reason why he had to make this fast. “You need to get out of here. There are coyotes here that wouldn’t think twice about killing a trespasser like you. There is other ocean in this land for you to visit without danger.” He tried to be reasonable, to be persuasive. It was all he could do. Any moment now the winds could shift and the scent of wolf could be carried to any Inferni member. Then it might be curtains. Despite the fact that he seemed soulless, Snake did care. Even the tin man ended up having a heart, somewhere.
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