[/html]He had heard the girl's shouts. That was really all the warning he'd had before it died down again. Hybrid grumbled, annoyed that he had been woken up while he slept. He really did not appreciate having that bitch of a coyote running around, yowling about her brother. Hybrid growled, standing up slowly so that he could exit his den. He had made his home amidst the roots of a tree, only a short distance South of the graveyard. He exited his den, surveying the sands in hopes of finding Rachias. Instead, he found something much worse. The world was aflame.
He stared off into the distance, the flickers of light penetrating through the sparsely forested eastern ridge of Inferni. Instead of growing anxious or worried, Hybrid began to grin, chuckling quietly to himself. So someone had finally decided to bring it all down. His merry chortling quickly turned into laughter, and before long, he was snarling, laughing, and yipping at the prospect of it all. How many wolves had died yet? How many would follow? The very thought of so many wolves dying in such a painful way made him grin even wider.
Death was a beautiful thing.
And death would be upon him, soon, if he did not leave. He could hear the sounds of the other coyotes of Inferni fading off into the distance. They were headed to the marsh, and that sounded like a wonderful idea. He followed the rest of the coyotes out, more sheep than canine, chuckling quietly. It was a beautiful night.
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