He smiled ruefully, finding her love for the forest unfamiliar. It suited her, to have those ancient walls protecting from all outsiders. Gabriel was used to exposure, and to having been made to withstand the elements. Perhaps because of this he had chosen such a wide-open land, believing it would keep Inferni hardy. Coyotes were not made to hide in thick forests. Here, in this tall ocean of amber, nearly all of the clan could vanish in an instant. It was tactical. Gabriel was always tactical.
A drop of water hit his face, then another. Gabriel snorted and shook his head, turning to Anu’s voice. As if to prove her wrong, the sky did not simply begin to rain, but instead tore open an sought to drown them. Water soaked his coat, darkening it to the point he was nearly black. With a grunt, the coy-wolf nudged his companion and spoke loudly over the rain and thunder. “Come on,” he called, and began leading her north and towards the caves. With the torrent of water, no one would notice him bringing a wolf this far into clan territory. It was not as if those around him would mind—Anselm was keeping busy with his African Queen, and Hybrid…well, Hybrid was Hybrid.
The mouth of his den was a black eye, a hole in the side of a hill. He clambered in, standing to the side so she could enter.
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