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Purple eyes looked at the hybrid, her face playing the worry that she felt in all her features. He smelt so much like them, and it was not a good thing. They had been hostile to her, or that one male, when she had visited. He had been angry that she dared to encroach on their borders, and fist asking her to leave and then saying that he was have to let her go. The Dreamer had not understood the reason for all of it at the very beginning, but figured out that it was because of her species that he had wished her entry as a visitor.
Mati walked forward, not fearing him but only the smell he wore. Silas sat up, his eyes finding her without trouble. Smiling and greeting her warmly did not ease all of her concerns, but it showed that he was not in any sort of an ill state.
"Hi, Silas." She greeted him, taking his invitation and sitting beside him. She gave her own smile, though it was weak and could not cover the unease she felt. Eyes caught the scars along her muzzle, and her eyes grew even more unsure.
"What happened?" She asked softly, looking at the scars. He had been a loner the last time they had met on the dust of fall and the dawn of winter's hold. But he had been happy then, looking for his family and without the scratches. She wondered if he had found them all, among the Inferni ranks and they had not been happy to see him.