Y HELO~! I owed you a thread, rightrightright? :O I might as well pick this one up, I figure?! 396.
The coyote woman had been raised in a world where shifting was basically unheard of. She was not a Luperci Verto; she had been born with the ability to shift, but she did not know which of her parents had imparted this gift to her. She could guess that it was her mother; after all, only the dexterity provided by Optime hands could have crafted the thin scars above her eyes, so very close to her actual eyeballs. She had never seen her father shift before, though she now knew enough about their peculiar species to guess he might have carried the Luperci trait—albeit very likely without even realizing it. With no knowledge of what was happening to him, how could Andre have even begun to guess at his newfound abilities?
It was no surprise, then, that she preferred to spend most of her time in her four-legged form while within the clan's borders, where she was most comfortable. Today was no different for the silver-furred woman, who was out and about, pacing about the borders in her way. She had taken it upon herself to explore the northern sections of Inferni, figuring these too were weak points—it had occurred to her that the clan was able to cross the water and attack from an unexpected direction; she could only assume the same might eventually occur to a Dahlian wolf. If they were only to act in coquetry with defense, they might as well not bother at all—for the best protection they had to do everything within their power to remain safe.
The silver-furred canine was distracted by the distinct sounds of running, and she twisted her head about in time to see a young canine charging toward a rabbit, who was well on his way to his den. The hybrid woman already saw the failure evident in the hunting attempt, but the Tirones Minor would not be swayed by such a thing, and she kept her charge until the rabbit was well within his den. The hybrid had already started making her way over toward the other canine, her tail wavering in a friendly manner. “Hello there,” she said, eager to see new young coyotes in the mix. This one had a peculiar red mask that recalled Razekiel clearly, though the hybrid certainly had no way of guessing this was his daughter.