a woman scorned

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-21-2010, 09:06 PM

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In Character

There was a terrible unease settling over Inferni, given that there had been barely any incidents. Veiria had been attacked, but she was the only person so far to suffer injury. Either Haku was keeping his new toys on a very short leash or they were finally afraid of the coyotes. Of these two, Gabriel severely doubted the later. While there was no shortage of new recruits to fend off the wolves, they were likely all too small to do more then that. Snake had proven himself by not only defending Vieria, but chasing off the male wolf that had come at her. If they could hold the borders, they would survive—but Gabriel wanted more then that. He wanted to see Dahlia (and specifically, Haku) fall.

A call rose from the northern section of the territory, and Gabriel’s ears swiveled to a crown atop his head. Instantly, he was wary. It had not been long ago he and Snake had discussed the need for a northern fall back point. If the wolves began appearing around there they would need to seriously reconsider falling back on the mountain. By all accounts, the western border seemed like a more appropriate place to move, considering there were no wolves past the Waste. They had all, for whatever reason, run south. As far as possible from the fire, perhaps, or even to get away from the coyotes. This was wishful thinking on Gabriel’s part, though he doubted that this was true.

His pace quickened to a speedy trot, but it was within his limits. He would not run full out for any call unless it came from one of his coyotes, and the voice was wolfish—the only howls he recognized as such were his own and Anselm’s, given that they (his siblings notwithstanding) were the only members who sounded like wolves. Pinning his ears, the charcoal brushed male grunted and made his way onto the easiest path to follow. He went for a few more minutes, wondering if Kaena would make her way to the call, and elected then to pause his steps and lift his head. An equally wolfish cry broke from his throat, both to alert the source of the original call to his presence, and also his co-leaders in the event they might be rushing towards here. Either way, if one or both of them showed up, Gabriel would not object. Something peculiar was afoot.

What he found, though, was less then expected. A silver coated woman lay on the ground, looking exhausted and overall like she had been dragged through something. She smelled of a pack he did not recognize, but as he stared down at her, he realized quite suddenly who she was. Anselm had mentioned her, as well as the peculiar group she ran with, and she had offered to try and ally herself with them. This struck him as really odd, given that during their last war she had been captured and held hostage for who knew how long. Frowning and narrowing his eyes, he settled onto his haunches, figuring she hadn’t just come for a short chat. “You all right?” He asked bluntly, though it was obvious he didn’t actually seem to care.

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