While others had been in the path of the flames set by Haku, the young coyote had been far away, obliviously trying to find flowers in the city that he could bring back to make his tiny den look nice. Nala was very proud of himself for having helped Inferni in the war three times now. He had fought Myrtle, when the hybrid had come to Inferni's borders, and then he had gone to Dahlia de Mai and fought Fae, and then he had gone with Kaena and he had fought that lady with the puppy. He really felt like he was fulfilling his promise to Anselm that he would be useful, and that made him happy. He bet it would make Anselm happy, too, when he told him! That is, if he could ever even find him.
In all of his usefulness, Nala came across the little gathering accidentally, a mouthful of dried weeds and grass he considered pretty stuck between his teeth. Apparently he had missed a lot, and nobody looked very happy. Indeed, the one he had presumed to be his leader seemed the most unhappy. Dropping his beautiful plants from his mouth, the young coyote looked around, hoping that Anselm would be there. Nala had not seen him in a while, and he could never find him, either, because he was a pretty bad tracker.
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