Kaena was not short on pride for Inferni; she had ample amounts of it and more than enough to go around. The fact that Inferni had survived many wars and remained the only clan transported over the mountains lurked strongly in her mind when she considered the clan. The wolves were supposed to be the socially superior species, forging stronger bonds with one another, yet they shattered easily at the first lick of flames, whereas the coyotes had stayed together as if welded to one another. Her didactic experiences with wolves had not been kind, but at least she had picked up something from them—experience in and of itself was a powerful thing, and not easily gained, either.
The coyote's questioning hardly bothered Kaena, though it did subconsciously remind her of a puppy. It was easy to forget Hezekiah's youth—he appeared to be a fully grown coyote, but he was not too much over a year old. “Some of them. Most of them are bigger, but they are slower, too,” the hybrid stated. She wouldn't mislead him and proclaim all wolves to be weaklings—her own most recent wounds reminded her all-too-well that she had been bested before. “Their size makes them dangerous,” the hybrid said, allowing herself to concede that. It was the truth; there was no denying it—likely the biggest opposition Hezekiah would encounter would be in his opponent's physical stature.
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