The little bastard child lived up to that name and more. She ached for her lost solitude and freedom, but the tumour was there, following her everywhere she went. She could not deny the maternal instinct—it was there, present within her. Still, this did not have to mean that she had to enjoy her crippled life. Itachi was no longer a secret, so hiding him away was of no use anymore. He shamed her. This fact made her immensely sad. Her heart should blaze with warmth for the young puppy, but she couldn’t appreciate him like she should. In many ways, this child was a stranger just like his father. Ash and brown, he did not look very muck like her at all. She had begun to suspect a high percentage of wolf in him, for his form was bulky in comparison to her own, she thought.
She had crossed the invisible clan lines and ventured out into the unclaimed territories with the child trailing her. The Hydra wasn’t pleased with the child’s presence, but at the moment there were no one else that could watch him. Itachi had promised to remain quiet and follow her, and so far he had done well. Perhaps she shouldn’t be walking around unprotected with her son, but she needed the change of air. The Lykoi highly doubted anyone would be up and about this early. Not here anyway. Her slender figure led the couple to the coast. The horizon was blushing behind their backs, but what Halo desired was not to see yet another sunrise. Having lived much of his short life locked inside the mansion, the child roamed the nearby area in quiet awe.
Perhaps a rare, precious smile had been present on the female’s face as last as crimson eyes followed her son’s dancing forms, but the moment shattered and broke as she recognized another form not awfully far away. The existing breeze spoke only of salt, and the stranger canine had its back to them. She felt weary nevertheless, especially since it had taken time for her to detect that presence. ”Itachi,” she snapped, summoning him with a sharp voice. The child turned abruptly to stare at her for a moment before, misjudging her voice and instead sensing a reprimand. Ruby gaze had already returned to the stranger by the shore, but the twin sword’s weight on her back comforted her.
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