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302. Yep! Looks great! Thanks <3 Sorry for the hassle.
Hybrid was beginning to grow bored with his constant patrolling of Inferni. For all the time he spent hounding the borders, he rarely saw anyone, from the clan or otherwise. He supposed this was a good thing, since he really did not enjoy interacting with other members of Inferni, but he was beginning to feel like life had become stale and repetitive. With the conclusion of the Second Dahlian War, he again found himself without a cause. Haku was dead and their enemies were defeated — Hybrid had personally seen to that — and now that he had completely resumed his duties, he was finding that peacetime was rather boring. He had reflected on this many times, but that did not make it any easier. He very much disliked this awkward state of limbo he was in, without purpose or drive.
Therefore, he supposed today he could be considered unusually sociable. He noticed a sudden flash of movement and paused, waiting to see it again. A few moments later, he saw a streak of black as an Infernian moved through the sparsely-populated forest. The few trees that separated them were few, but just enough to obscure the figure of the other canine. Hybrid trotted closer, pausing as he approached. It was an unfamiliar, but not necessarily new scent. The member had been in Inferni for a few months, but he had not spoken with them yet. He decided to introduce himself as he moved closer. He wondered if this canine was some sort of coyote and wolf hybrid, given their black coat. It was rather peculiar.
He grunted once he was three metres away. He then added: "'M Hybrid." His voice came out cracked and gruff, as always, turning the "I'm" into a disjointed greeting. He had not spoken to anyone in some time.