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Foreign leather with a foreign scent, and all she recognized was the stench of wolves. Dangerous hues of red barely took a break from their tireless patrol, and only once did her heart make a jump with adrenaline-soaked surprise. She hadn’t’ expected Hybrid to trail her, but it would benefit her greatly. Two were not always better than one, but Hybrid was something quite else than the silly, dressed woman Ezekiel had dragged along with him. Hybrid was a warrior and a madman, and she could use one of them.
A sly smirk was thrown in the hidden male’s direction before she turned and half circled the hide coated building. It was hollow, and the coyote quickly stepped into the shadowed room and turn around in a circle while eyes worked to get accustomed to the scarce light. Oh, weren’t she the lucky one today. Crouching down to let soft fingertips gently touch weapons, she smiled to herself, ruby hues half lidded. Such a shame she had left her usual piece of cloth at home, because she needed something to carry the objects in.
The hides wrapped about the structure were too tough and unbendable to use, though she found something she thought to be a sleeping roll, unless she was quite mistaken. Halo’s whiskers crinkled as she sniffed in the stench of wolf, but it couldn’t be helped. One bone dagger and a quiver were added on top of the light leather before she rolled it up and placed it under her arm. A finely designed bow was hoisted down her neck and shoulder, and she pulled her arm through.
On the balls of her feet, she rushed to another entrance, equipping another bow and seizing a small throwing axe. But then, the woman froze. Footsteps of an optime were registered by keen, coyote ears, though they quickly lost sound. Had they inhaled the stench of intruders? The Triarii stepped back from the open entrance of the structure, breath soundless and controlled. Fingers were quick to ache for the twin sword resting against her back, but she did not reach for it.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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