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[/html]In the last month, Hybrid had not done very much. He had chased a rather suspicious-looking wolf out of Inferni and pursued her to the base of Halcyon Mountain. That had resulted in a few wounds and he’d sought out Ezekiel to tend to them. As he aged, he realized that it was best not to leave wounds untreated. After all, he wasn’t going to live forever and if he had his way, he would die gloriously on a battlefield.
As he made his way along the base of the Cobequid Mountain, Hybrid considered these past few events. The wars with Dahlia were done and over and Hybrid doubted there would be anything else akin to the conflict any time soon. While there had been some increasing tension with the wolf pack to the East, they were more annoying than anything.He trudged through the snow, glancing here and there around him. The path was familiar to him, so he quickly noticed the figure of another coyote in the distance. Her copper and silver fur stood out in stark contrast to the pure white snow, so she was an easy creature to spot. He heard her mutter something ot herself as he got closer and paused, wondering what she was doing.
“’R you doing?” he asked after he took a few steps closer.