The night with Alaine had left him frustrated and drained. Gabriel had returned from that nightmare aching and sore, and desired to make his way back to his bed. That was, at least, the one advantage of living in the human-place. He moved with a wolfish lope along the borders, traveling east. It seemed uneventful, and he supposed nothing would be eventful after dealing with a semi-psychotic woman.
So finding a wolf on the borders was hardly surprising. Gabriel grunted and approached, his limp slight but still pronounced. The tawny boy seemed fascinated by the skulls, and Gabriel found this pleasing. It was the sort of thing he had expected when he had brought the practice north. Scintilla had trained him well. “Boy,” he called out, voice still commanding, posture still that of a wolf in-charge instead of a retired general. “You looking to join them?”
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