They left the building quietly, Gabriel leading even though they walked side-by-side. His pace was slow, as it had become since the injury, and he disliked knowing this was the cause. After so many years of leading the clan, sometimes alone, sometimes with family, he had found showing any sort of weakness made him feel inadequate. Inferni needed a leader who could be superior, who could withstand the storms and the strife that came with each year. Yet now he limped and he knew his prime had begun to slip through his fingers—he had outlived his father, this was true, but not without cost.
When he felt they were outside of prying eyes and ears, the hybrid looked up to the girl with eyes still sharp despite the gray that had begun to creep along his muzzle. “Been keeping busy?” He asked idly, not wishing to bore her on the tedious walk. His destination was yet unknown, but he did not wish to see the building, did not wish to be so close to borders that were patrolled by eager coyotes seeking to better themselves in his eyes. Gabriel would need to be delicate with this; Halo was, as all women are, unpredictable.
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