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When he had first smelt the marijuana, he had guessed it was Razekiel. This would have acceptable for Gabriel until he caught the other scent that came with it. Wolf. Male wolf. The Inferni leader felt heat begin to rise in his chest, a familiar and welcomed feeling. Though he was more wolf then coyote, though he sired wolf-children, though a wolf lived in his ranks, Gabriel hated wolves. He hated them for everything that had been done to him, to his family, to the strangers he had welcomed into his protection and watched fall.
There was a yellow wolf in his forest. The Aquila’s body was all but ready to launch forward, to end the bastard’s life and slaughter him then and there. A two-hundred pound mass of muscle and black-tipped fur crept along the underbrush, amber eyes burning in the sunlight. Years of training and of practice had made him all but silent, and there was no rush in his steps. If the wolf was to continue into his land, Gabriel would see it would come to an end. A need rose within him, one that he recognized, one that he had not felt since destroying Haku.
His muscles tensed into steel springs and the Aquila pinned his ears against his head. Silent and poised to attack, he waited.
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