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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-24-2010, 08:14 PM

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Given his size, Gabriel rarely moved faster then a doggish trot. He had gained thirty pounds since Inferni had crossed over the mountain, and it showed—most of this was muscle, worked constantly by training and physical activity. He was able to given an adult wolf more then a run for his money, and could no doubt overpower any of the Inferni members (save Anselm, given that his cousin had more wolfish blood and was equally as large). At one hundred and fifty pounds, Gabriel was more then though to take on a wolf…save of course, his opponents often fought in Secui form, which made even oversized Gabriel look like a coyote when he fought with them. Of course, until the promise of war had been brought along, there had been no need to consider the serious weight different between his coyotes and their wolfish cousins.

Likewise, Gabriel’s speed was affected by the thick, knotted scar on his left shoulder. It was not something that he considered such a handicap, but the fact of the matter was after too much work it would ache. There had not yet been a time it had given out since the first (when he had run after the Storm wolf and collapsed just a few miles outside of Inferni’s borders). Since then, he had been careful. Still, the wound was a target, and one that an intelligent opponent would exploit. All of his training had been focusing on overcoming the handicap, which he had been doing slowly, and making progress on the more it became his singular attention.

Now that the Hydra had gained three heads, there would be no shortage of training between the three coyotes and their respective leaders. Even now, Snake and Gabriel were performing duties that would bond them closer to one another as far as their ranks allowed, and this was a job that needed done. One ear flicked, and his head followed the direction in which Snake was alluding to. There was indeed a small perch, probably enough for two or three coyotes to fit comfortably. It would certainly be useful, though there was no doubt in the Aquila’s mind that with the size of the mountains, somewhere perfect had to exist.

Turning his body, the coy-wolf eyed up the pass ahead. It was narrowing, which would certainly slow any wolves chasing after them. Even Gabriel, with his large body and wide paws, had to slow in order to keep his balance. As he climbed up and around, one hind leg slipped, and Gabriel instinctively began to scramble, claws digging into the snow and rock beneath. He found his footing after a moment of panic, and panting, grinned over at his newest Hydra. “Well, if I can’t make it up, no wolves are going to either,” he said, an obvious humor in the idea. If it came down to it, Gabriel would have no qualm about staying behind in order to ensure his family survived. This was why he slowly slid back down to a flatter area, and motioned with his nose. “You try and get up, see if there’s anything up that direction.”

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