Helotes had been up before dawn, when the stars still hung in the thick night sky. He had been restless, ever since what Ezekiel and Vesper had told him about the intruders on Inferni land. He had been thinking on it while lounging in one of the plush chairs in the entrance hall, when he saw Max walk by, armed and hungry. He took this as a sign and returned to his room and readied himself, placing the salvaged portion of the wolf skin hide that had covered the body of his brother onto his shoulder and over his back. He also sharpened the silver tip of the spear he had traded for with the blonde woman. Then, tying his hair back, he had slipped out of the mansion, chewing on venison jerky as he headed towards the stables. The horses were quiet this morning, but Yegua and Potra perked up as soon as he entered. He pushed Potra’s nose out of the way as she tried to nip him, and took his faithful steed from her stall, and places upon her back a blanket. Then, bridling her, he jumped onto her back, "We have work today, Yegua." He murmured softly, and she was at complete attention then.
Helotes now knew of the threat that faced Inferni, and today he would do something about it. He knew he would not be alone in his endeavor, but as he broke Yegua out into a brisk trot he found that it was a certain person heeding the Aquila’s call that he did not like. It was Zana, and she was rushing through the fields a ways to his right.
Helotes clicked his tongue and Yegua exploded, running full spring towards the stallion and it’s rider, and then coming up next to them, slowing them down until they were at a slow trot, "Zana," Helotes said gently, yet firmly, "Return with Timori to the mansion, you do not need to be here this morning." He looked into her lavender eyes pleadingly, then, a little more softly, before she could retort, "Please, my love, I could not bear to see you hurt… please…" Then, as soon as he could see the resignation in her eyes, he turned Yegua and galloped in the direction he had seen the others heading.
It did not take long for him to catch up with Max, who had already engaged an enemy. Helotes was taken aback, shocked that the intruders would be so bold as to return once more. And this time, they were armed, and there were more.
Max had struck a mounted wolf in the shoulder, and had himself been injured, but seemed alright. Helotes wheeled around the intruding male, who was clutching his injury; he caught his eyes for a moment, and there was nothing but hate glinted in the pre-lit dawn. Then, the Hydra’s attention was drawn when a harsh, shrill screech came from his left; it was a white, scarred wolfess, brandishing a sword and coming straight towards him. Helotes swiftly drew the black handled spear from his back, and sharply turned Yegua away from the charging foe. He struck outwards with the spear adeptly, umber eyes on fire, just as the woman swung at his forearm with the sword.
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