The wolf was disarmed. Gabriel tossed the branch away with one shake of his head. He couldn’t believe the boy was still talking, still trying to reason with people who clearly didn’t want him there. A deep rumble continued to rise in his throat, for Gabriel did not doubt that the stranger was mad. So few came to Inferni for any reason outside of bloodshed. This doubt had caused him to attack, to read defense as a means for violence, and Gabriel had allowed it to pass. He didn’t need to reason with them.
Hybrid seemed to echo these thoughts, rushing in once more. Without waiting to see if the impact took, the sable-brushed Aquila lowered his head and charged. There was a false rush to the side, and then Gabriel leapt towards the arm. Ivory teeth snapped in a scissor bite inherited from his dog ancestors, intending not to hold but to cut and tear and rend.
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