Fingers fondled the sharpened bone, whose colours varied between splendid white and weak red. Up until quite recently it had been part of a wolf’s front leg, but Halo was quite fond of working with leather and bone. Why let the body decompose and rot when there were so many useful parts. Thought it was the bones she desired most. The dull end of the sharp bone was attached to a lengthy, wooden stick and currently represented a simple spear. Good enough for now, she decided, a smile resting on dark lips in a face that the vast majority of canine civilizations would describe as beautiful.

She had walked past the well-marked borders of the clan and into the Sunflower Sunsets, aiming for the lake that rested between Inferni and the younger Salsola pack. It did happen that her thoughts touched the memory of the handsome King of thorns, but she had not seen him again. There had been much wolf in him, but he wasn’t of a pure breed. Perhaps a little bit like her, even. His memory was an intriguing one, though she would never go and seek him out on purpose.

There was no need for her darling katana as long as she wielded this. It was made to pierce fish, but Halo knew ways to make this object much more dangerous. She was one of Inferni’s most lethal forces, and she had little reason to fear. The clan’s territory was not on too great of a distance. The silk she usually kept tied around her feminine waist had been left in the mansion once again, for there was no need to get such a pristine piece of art wet.

The Triarii walked into the cool water until it reached halfway up her slender thighs. The spear of bone and wood rested in both hands, unmoving until she required its use.

The result of her sinful act should not yet be noticeable to anyone but eyes that knew her well. The woman’s own thoughts weren’t indulged with the truth either, for she had decided to continue her pace without looking back relentlessly. She was bored with walking through storms. Instead of revisiting mental images of red and grey, scarlet eyes focused on the still, transparent surface of the lake, and what lurked beneath. Halo was the opposite of an experienced fisher, but it wasn’t hunger that had led her to this odd task. She sought peace of the mind, and it worked well with her refreshed attitude to everything.

The soft sound of her form moving through the water seemed to have attracted attention from elsewhere though, because a stranger canine had walked out from the ripe forest of sunflowers. Bringing fiery hues from the water to rest upon the male’s dark and intriguing hues, she let her arms fall along her sides, bringing the tip of the sharped bone under water. She was disappointed that she had been the one to be discovered first. It should have been the other way around, naturally. Hello there, he said.

Already, there was a name, and she doubted she would ever have asked for it. Toby. The Lykoi’s name could have been quick to frown at his uninvited appearance, but she didn’t. Instead, she cocked her pretty face and let a shy smile creep onto dark lips. ”Hello,” sweet tones greeted.

Strangers received very little for free whenever they made the unfortunate decision to approach the woman with blue blood. Too few could appreciate the royal line she descended from, but she was accustomed to disappointment now, and was immune to its sting. Or, that was what she preferred to think, at least.

Some would have turned smiles into frowns the moment it was discovered that the auburn woman was not about to effortlessly offer her own name, but not this one. A secretive smile danced upon the woman’s lips at his strange question. It wasn’t her original intention to do so, but one could never know for certain. ”Perhaps,” she answered him, though seemingly oblivious of the weapon she held on her hand.

He didn’t seem comfortable. Perhaps it revealed instincts more keen than most. Too few decided to be wary in her presence, but she thought they should be. The wolf by the borders hadn’t met a pleasant end.

”Well, what does your friend look like?” she wondered, naturally assuming he was talking about another individual of flesh and blood. Perhaps it was his friend’s head they recently had added to the foul display of skulls by the clan’s borders.

Glittering pools with depths of scarlet turned into slim, horizontal slits, though didn’t reveal heavy amounts of suspicion. This Lykoi could so easily have chosen to live her life in fear, but she had made the decision that she would always be able to get back up on her own two legs. The largest demon in her life was part of her, and she didn’t fear as she once had. Innocence and ignorance had wished to make her weak, but she knew much better now. Finally, strings of her linage’s madness had embraced her with the understanding she needed.

”So, a really tall and dark male around your age.” She merely repeated what she just had learned. It mattered so little to her. After a prolonged moment, she shook her head and offered the dark male a small smile. ”I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve seen your friend.” She was intrigued. Troubledoers were interesting in their own ways. Perhaps that was why he seemed so uncomfortable. It was not pleasant to worry about a friend. Then again, she had so few individuals she could consider friends, and it was rare for her to feel worry in such a way.

Normally, Halo would have chosen to spit out insults or turn and walk away. Today she didn’t want to do any of this. ”Want me to help you look for him?” a sharp smile was now offered, and the fish-spear in her grasp was pointed towards the ground, in a non-threatening way.

She didn’t know this man, and though scarlet shades were observant with every flicker of change in him, she didn’t manage to catch the passing, shady amusement within brown pools. A fine warrior she was, but she didn’t know people very well, only herself. She knew how to wear disguises, but she had a difficult time reading other cons, more often than not. Just as well for him, for this Lykoi hybrid could be a terrible thing to deal with if she felt threatened. However, she didn’t fail to notice his lack of interest at her uncharacteristic offer to assist him with the search. Fine eyebrows slowly rose a few inches, though no words were to climb up on her tongue just yet.

When he said he doubted anyone would find him, she merely shrugged her shoulders and brushed dark auburn locks away from her perfect sculpted face. Thick eyelashes fluttered as she moved her red gaze down to the yellowing ground. ”Okay. I just wish I could have been of assistance in some way.” Voice seemed to reveal a tinge of disappointment from the female’s side, and her smile existed no longer, though there was no frown either to occupy the fine, horizontal line of her mouth.