It had been quite a while since he had stalked this close to the Inferni lands. He had defied Gabriel’s will once by stalking quite close to meet the ivory coyote puppy, but that had been all. With that previous action he thought he perhaps had sought to aggravate the clan, but he knew that such a thing would not be in favour of Dahlia and its members anymore. It had never been in the first place, but Haku quite liked such conflicts. Now there was a possible conflict between Dahlia and the retard pack, and so the fragile peace with Inferni had to be respected for now. It was not possible to find an answer on how long the chocolate and cream coated Lilium could go on playing these games of his, but it had gone extremely well all in all. In general the male had complained quite a bit both to others and to himself about the fuzz that always rose into an angry crowd whenever he twisted and bended the rules. In the end he was still here and still second in command of Dahlia de Mai. Just such a shame how the pack seemed to slowly shrink. It was not yet a problem, but he wondered if Inferni or that Miracles pack would make a move if Dahlia’s strength eventually became less of an issue.
His nose was close to useless in the heavy rain, and every now and then the secui let an annoyed glance turn up towards that dark sky with the heavily leaking clouds. Haku did not particularly like or dislike any kind of weather, but hell, there had to be some end to this crappy weather. To be stripped of one of his finest senses made the male feel uneasy. Of course, this did not keep him from doing his usual patrolling, but now when he was out of Dahlia so close to the clan, he saw it more of an issue. The last expansion of the lands had been slightly odd in his opinion. Dahlia had stretched east with a thin line, and those canines seeking to from east to west and whatever other directions had to either take a long way around the borders or merely take the chance to dart through the thin piece of land. The male had picked up a scent here and there, but they were always hours old and barely detectable at all. He disliked trespassers in his land, but as long as he could not catch them while doing it, he saw no reason to stalk them and rip off their heads. With the current tensions around him he probably wouldn’t get away with such a move anyway.
The male sought sanctuary in a forlorn cabin. The roof had giant holes in it and one of the walls was simply gone, but it was somewhat drier in a corner where the man decided to huddle up temporarily. He curled into a tight ball in the darkness, and the brilliant, almost glowing blue orbs stared out into the dark night.