There were many signs that revealed Lykoi and de le Poer blood. Red eyes along with a splash of a different hue across the muzzle pointed to both families, and Halo had been so fortunate to be gifted with both of these things as well as the typical saddle on her back with dark copper standing apart from the lighter hues of that same colour that blessed the rest of her body. Those de le Poer eyes rested on the grotesque, half eaten face of the deceased canine until the movement from a live one caught her attention. She recognized the man because she had taken interest in his peculiar ways of dressing up in human clothing. The girl was known to be fond of that as well, so he was already more interesting than some of the other members that she did not know well. As of yet they had never exchanged any words. There was always a first time, and as she sensed that moment was at hand she took care to brush off invisible dust motes from her half-skirt.
”Yes,” was the first words she spoke to him as he sought confirmation about her presence on the last clan meeting. She had been a quiet bird in a cage at that scene – seeing her uncle for the first time after he had killed a friendly soul and stripped her of her innocence. His name was not alien to her as he introduced himself, but she would not have remembered it had he not refreshed her memory. She knew the names of all the clan members, though she had not met all yet. Some members came and went so quickly, and the girl was not all that motivated seeking company with such unworthy creatures. He was stuttering a little, but the young woman was not at all unfamiliar with strange traits. ”I am Halo.” her soft words announced, and she even took the time to raise her hand and offer a handshake. Bright ruby eyes took in his face, curious and beautiful.