This is super short, sorry. ;-; I feel horrible.
By all accounts, of the three Hyrda, it was Hybrid whom Gabriel trusted without a doubt. Though they had a rocky relationship, never once had the Aquila ever considered that one day the coyote might turn on or abandon him. Because of this, and in no means in spite of it, there was a right and a reason in what he was doing. He approached the smaller man calmly, and no part of the previous violence read in his body language. “Don’t ever,” he said pointedly. “, laugh at me.” He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.
Then, satisfied that his point had been made, Gabriel sat in the snow and stared at his companion. He didn’t apologize—he did not believed he needed to. It was apparent, however, that he was not going to inflict any further violence on the man. Gabriel was a monster, but he was no devil.
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