the silver fang

There wasn’t a lot of time for her to have noticed newcomers in the rush of finding the Camazotz kin she was looking for and being attacked for their blood. She made note of new faces as she rushed to have a moon bridge opened to Edge-of-the-Sky Caern for the lot of them, but only now, in a period of rest, was she allowed to observe the remains of the day.

A Bone Gnawer here to see the breed she had worked so hard to raise. Fair, fine. Valid. She liked the cut of his jib.

A Silent Strider here for a visit. Also fine. Normal. They needed places to stay, too.

And… a Silver Fang?

In this sept?

In fact, it was a Silver Fang of the purest blood she had ever seen, which struck a pang of worry through her gut. She knew of the Silver Fangs as domineering, incestuous tyrants who by and large demanded respect through blood alone, where they did not deserve it by rule. She worried what that might mean for Rain-Bringer, who she respected perhaps on a deeper level than anyone else at the sept. She worried what that meant for Pawprint, and her dearest friend Jason, who she would continue to call by a homid name because she would never show him the level of disrespect that an insult name portrays.

She would live and die by the members of this sept, and would never see an upset to that with anything less than a bath of silver blood. But when she caught herself being watched by not two, but three eyes, she couldn’t help but watch back, and when she did, she noticed further the things wrong about this purest-blooded Silver Fang. She knew she was weird, with her large ears, tremendous tail and fox-shaped face, but this was less weird and more distressing

They had been burned. Horribly, to the point where their brilliant coat was permanently stained with black lines. It was patterned, very deliberate. To see it boiled her blood, and she held back a growl in her throat. This wasn’t just a Silver Fang at all, this was a metis, and one who had been so mistreated that they seemed to flinch at anyone, homid or lupus, that they happened to see. They caught themselves staring, and looked away with the most submissive posture they could possibly give her.

She had no idea what to make of this.