It ached to discover that she found compassion and understanding in this female, this wolf that was supposed to be her enemy. Halo could not judge whether or not those tears travelling down the white woman’s face were meant for her or grief for Colibri’s fate, but she knew that it was she that had drawn them out from the unique green eyes. So bittersweet it was – she felt conflicted. Only Kaena had touched her and embraced her from the first moment. Embarrassment burned dimly in the young Lykoi’s youthful cheeks, but little attention was paid to it. This woman did not laugh at the horrible truth that just had been revealed, nor did she seem to doubt it. This woman had in some ways done more for her than Kaena. Halo had already been a member back when Kaena had arrived, but here both faction and race mattered and still this sister touched her arms and was sorry for her.
The copper hued girl with the watery eyes leaned against the woman as she moved slightly. Such a strange scene this was. Halo had come to kill and she had found a piece of abandoned family that cared. It made her throat burn fiercer and forcing a forlorn hiccup to force its way up through her throat. Blackness danced behind closed eyelids, but there were no answers to find anywhere. She inhaled her sister’s scent, memorizing it and attempting to push the scent of Dahlia de Mai out with the force of her mind. This was so sad.