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On the night of April First, two years after Gabriel de le Poer had destroyed the entirety of the land over the mountain, he had woken to smoke in his home. Panic had set in, panic because the smoke was unfamiliar and unwelcomed. When he had climbed to the grassy rise atop his den, he had seen it in the south. A line, not a brushfire. Orange and yellow snaked across the territory—his home—and Gabriel had become a man possessed. He had flown towards the source, ignoring the ache in his shoulder, ignoring that he was rushing into disaster. He could not recall if he saw anyone else; as soon as he had gotten past the bulk of the burning, he had caught his scent. A terrible noise, a snarl, a growl, a roar, had broken his throat in two and cast the smoke out of his lungs.
He had run, and he had run until he could not run anymore. Haku was long gone, and Gabriel was in no state to face him. By the time the Dahlian border had loomed in the distance, Gabriel was exhausted. He had turned back and made his way towards home. Sometime during that night he slept, for when he woke it was late afternoon. After returning to Inferni, he had spoken to clan and moved their borders north. This was not the end of the clan—they could be reborn from fire, and that fire had not been cast on them without reason. Only after things had been sorted out had the Aquila made time to hunt, taking down a small doe and eating his fill.
Sometime after that he must have dozed off, for a wolf’s cry woke him. Almost instant the coy-wolf was on his feet, moving towards the source as drowsiness left his body. What he found surprised him, for of all people, it was Jefferson standing at his border. Still reeking of deer musk and the smoky smell that now clung to Inferni, the amber eyed hybrid slowed his approach and came to a halt across from the umber wolf. Gabriel looked tired; Jefferson looked as if he was carrying an unwelcomed weight. Thinking back to the short term stay of Davinci, Gabriel wondered if this was why the Cyclops was here. “Yeah?” He asked, his throat worn and raspy from breathing the devil’s smoke for two days.
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