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Halo had not followed her own advice. She feared she was growing soft and lazy. The female’s slender, four-legged form was not one she favoured. Ezekiel’s blood was more polluted than hers, and while she carried some extra weight compared to pure coyotes, he outmatched her easily with his size. She did not like venturing about without her faithful weapon, and it was with some hint of sadness she found that her initial dislike for this male required quite a lot of work to change. And this female was stubborn. Nothing could change the past, and her opinions of his abandonment of the clan could not be erased.
She too paused to let her maw dip into the cool water beside her young Aquila, but all she required was a taste. Her dark tail swung behind her lithe form, but she spoke nought of the light irritation stiffening her muscles. Scarlet eyes cared little to rise and take in the soft colours gathering as a new day sought to rise. She understood the purpose of this trek, but when did her emotions ever make sense? There was little small talk between them. It was probably her fault for being so stubborn in her ways.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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