Coriander

"Don't pretend you know me just because we're in the same pack. We will never be friends."


"What do you want?" Coriander spat, glaring at the red colored wolf that approached her.

He dropped the chunk of meat he was holding and kicked it across the dirt floor. It turned out to be a deer leg, with much of the meat on its haunch still intact. It was by no means the best part of the animal, but it would fill her up for the most part.

She took a bite, ignoring the taste of dirt that had collected on it. "This is hardly a decent meal," she growled.

Cyrus sat down, staring at her with unblinking eyes. "Come hunting with us and you can have a better piece."

"With you freaks? No thanks, I'd much rather be prisoner here."

Cyrus suddenly stood, and his lips pulled back in a snarl. "Don't lump me in with them. You think I wanted these powers? They're a curse, a plague on the land. It's unnatural!"

He stopped, breathing heavily, before relaxing his tense body. "Anyway, you're not a prisoner. You can leave any time you want. The only reason you're here is because we found you unconscious after the attack, and some she-wolf, who I'm assuming was your mother, asked us to take care of you."

Mother was looking out for me?

Coriander huffed, taking another bite and chewing slowly. "Well," she swallowed, "that's good to know. You can expect to see me leave tomorrow morning at dawn then."

Cyrus shrugged, turning away to leave. "See you then," he called casually over his shoulder.

The female growled in response. Once she was sure he left, she began to tear violently into the deer leg. She didn't let it show, but she was starving. And there was something about this meat that made it taste better than normal. It was almost....smoky? She suddenly stopped, peering at the meat and turning it over with her paw. There was a slight char on it, and she cautiously nibbled at it.

Great Lupus, this is good!

Did...did Cyrus do this? She knew his powers involved flames, and the smell was not different from the meat the humans ate, which she knew was prepared over a fire.

That's....interesting, I suppose. But he's still a freak. I need to leave.

As she buried the remains of her meal, she found herself wondering if she would see him before she left tomorrow.