07-14-2008, 02:10 PM
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indent The doggish hybrid was half-asleep on a flat stone, basking in the sunlight. His body was rattled with fresh scars, but they were not deep and would heal in time. For the moment, he was far from the thought of war and the distant threat of the blue-eyed male. He had bought them some time, which was needed—their members were vanishing under his very nose. He expected this of coyotes by this point, of course. They were solitary by nature, and it was only the family that remained with him in the end. Before then, he would hear the Voice again; it whispered softly these days, showing him things in his dreams.
indent A remarkably familiar scent made his eyes snap open. Almost instantly Gabriel was on his feet, moving with militant speed towards the source. She was here, even after Faolin had taken the girl away. He was beyond furious; mostly, he was concerned about why she had returned and her mother had not. “What do you think you’re doing here?” There was rage in his voice, but it was even, and his body position was neutral—his eyes, however, were on fire.
indent A remarkably familiar scent made his eyes snap open. Almost instantly Gabriel was on his feet, moving with militant speed towards the source. She was here, even after Faolin had taken the girl away. He was beyond furious; mostly, he was concerned about why she had returned and her mother had not. “What do you think you’re doing here?” There was rage in his voice, but it was even, and his body position was neutral—his eyes, however, were on fire.