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Halo liked the sulky man that apparently was this little shit’s father, but the child was too young to show promise. Though, she couldn’t quite imagine an innocent version of Hybrid, regardless of age. Flawless teeth grinded together as she continued her unpleasant glare, listening to the girl speaking of eating wolves. ”Definitely too small,” she added, remembering Maki and the unworthy end he had met by these very borders. Death was a natural part of life, but Inferni should be the part handing it out. They were not meant to be carved out as victims.
She go home, lady miss. Pale whiskers crinkled slightly as she failed to interpret the puppy’s last sentence. Didn’t fucking matter either way. ”Yeah you will,” she said. Go home, that was. The little girl took three small steps back, and Halo took one, long step forward. A child at this age shouldn’t be going alone anywhere, and the adult wouldn’t let her out of her sight before Talitha or Val or both took over the responsibility. She’d love to shower them with demeaning words about how to take care of a child.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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