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Kaena Lykoi · 03-06-2010, 05:19 AM

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Perhaps if the silver-furred woman had understood psychology better, maybe if she had been able to grasp the depth of the submission and dependence in the other canine, she could have understood things like this did nothing to aid Vieira. They were merely stressful for the tawny-furred coyote, who might have viewed the questions and prodding into their lifestyle as some kind of blasphemy. The Centurion lifted her head from her paws and looked to the smaller coyote once more, her fierce yellow-eye seeming far softer than usual. Vieira's silence hadn't angered Kaena, but it was frustrating and disappointing to encounter the same brick wall every time. The scarred canine tried her best to stuff the harsher emotions away; the last thing Vieira needed was added stress when she was so hurt.

“Do you need anything else?” the hybrid woman inquired, her voice still kept to a softer tone. Something about the tiny place made her want to whisper, the proximity to Vieira making quiet voices preferrable. She wanted to reassure the tawny-furred coyote once more, but she felt almost at a loss as to how to do this. She planned on taking good care of the smaller coyote while she recuperated from her injures; there would be no more morning chores for quite a while, and the hybrid woman figured she'd made her point about that particularly clear. Kaena was not incapable of caring for herself and another being; she had been a mother many times over. It was well within the hybrid woman's power to create and nurture, though she had also proven the exact opposite was true just as many times—if not more. Violence and destruction were also a part of the silver-furred coyote, and now her resolve to spare the tawny-furred Lykoi of that darker side was far stronger.

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