Although she rarely saw his angry frame, Halo knew by the usual strength of Hybrid’s scent that he walked along the borders ever so often. Perhaps even daily or more – what mattered was often. The girl had stalked the borders until she found a decent area stripped of trees or other medium to large objects. True guilt for what she had done had yet to hit her. Perhaps she was still in shock because of what she had done. Perhaps it was the fact that she had not dared to deal with this – would not until this blooming war had gone into full bloom and was about to wither. She would need her inner and outer strength for the time to come; needed to be strong for the clan and its members. Dahlia was going to be fucking ripped apart and the devil was to be boiled alive in his own blood. Halo’s rage had not resided much as she had failed to take him out the evening where she had sneaked into Dahlia de Mai in search of pride and glory. Instead she had killed her own half sister that carried the same pelt as her ivory mother. It was sad, very sad.
The woman’s optime clothes had been carefully folded and put on a rock where she had brushed off the remaining snow. Her sword was resting peacefully in its sheath next to the soft cloth and her necklace had been taken off and tossed aside along with her bracelet. The girl was sitting in her plain hybrid form. She had not used it much lately after she had started her intense practise with blades. Ears perked up towards the sky above, clouds scattered and dark as far as eye could see. Oh, she would be patient. It was strange how there existed no form of relationship between the clan’s Hydras. Halo intended to change this because she needed his services. He could teach her the ways of fighting used by the majority of the canines in these lands. Although Halo heavily preferred armed optime combat, she wanted to learn everything that there was to fighting, this including her other forms. With her tail elegantly wrapped around her cream coated paws, she simply waited; hoping for her co-warrior to eventually appear whenever he chose to walk his usual route.