The days continued on as was there way. Gabriel could feel the seasonal shift coming and was glad for it. Winter had been harsh, and cost him too many members. Still, the summer would hardly be as terrible as winter. Prey would become far more bountiful, and with any luck their numbers would grow again. Though their member base was a familiar one, Gabriel recognized that he would need coyotes that lacked the madness he saw in so many.
A noise from behind him pulled the Aquila’s attention. Talitha was all but barreling towards him, her hair all on end. It was not out of fear, he soon realized, for her face was twisted in a way he had never seen befoe. Gabriel turned to face her, muscles subconsciously tensing as if his body recognized danger long before he did.
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