310. Yesss, an Anannanas thread! *fist pump*
Hybrid had been idly making his way through the fringes of the territory, moving closer to where they met and then fell away. He sought to venture forth farther to find his kitty, but held back for a few moments to consider this. He supposed he should not head too far out if he hoped to return to Inferni and then locate Halo or Snake. But on the other hand, he had not ventured this far west in some time and he was itching to go on some sort of ‘adventure.’ He chuckled at the thought, amused he could still use words like this – perhaps he was not the cynic he thought he was. He was a goddamned optimist to have seen what he had seen – wolves trampling over coyotes, thinking they were somehow superior – and still go on with a smile on his face. Why, he must have been crazy to still have some hope in the world. He shook his head, as his grin widened: yes, he had to be an optimist.
He surveyed his surroundings one last time before he decided to return east. He paused and then glanced over his shoulder to see another coyote approaching. He frowned and waited for the Infernian to arrive. His grin quickly disappeared when he realized who it was: that damn Syemv dog.
“You’re still fucking here?” he asked once he thought the other male was within insulting distance. He snorted derisively and shook his head, surprised someone he disliked so much could still be in the clan. He could not believe this boy had managed to outlast far superior members; it was a shame, really, to have idiots like him populating the ranks. It was a goddamned shame, and Hybrid did not even believed in god. It seemed as though the Russian just brought out the worst in him.