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It always pleased the woman to see how she struck fear into her surroundings even when it wasn’t intentional. The latte coloured canine jumped in the opposite direction of the pregnant intruder and spluttered silly words that revealed only youth and ignorance. The red eyed mother shook her head once to turn down the spontaneous question that had exited the foolish child’s tongue. Was the Infernian that pleasant to interact with? All she had done was to offer some insight, and the girl already looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but here. Perhaps Halo should have chosen a different greeting.
”I wished only to offer you some enlightenment,” the Lykoi smoothly brought forth, swiping away stray strands of auburn locks that threatened to fall into scarlet eyes. ”Danger always exists outside home.” And within its walls as well, the woman added to herself, though no longer bitter at the past her thoughts referred to. If this girl wished to run away from her, then that was that, and only the hybrid’s laughter would leap forth to harm her. Wolves seemed to be most interesting while they were dead or dying. The incident with Symera and the volatile lone wolf at the borders was still fresh in an appreciative mind.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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