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Halo seldom took the lengthy route along the Infernian borders anymore. Now when her pregnancy was obvious for those who knew where to look, she didn’t particularly strive to put herself into situations that could end with violence. She didn’t naturally prefer tranquillity above action, but her current status required her to think of others above herself. That alone was wonderful to be aware of. Only she had ever seemed to matter in this world, but it wouldn’t be so forever. Poor Itachi, his childhood had been so meagre.
Nostrils flared with instantaneous anger the very moment they caught the scent of a loner much too close to the clan’s well-marked borders. Lips withdrew slightly to offer a toothed frown of dissatisfaction. A pity Symera had not come with her. Halo would not soon forget the fun the two of them had by the borders not too long ago. The Lykoi’s stride lengthened as she pushed up her walking speed, eager to investigate who this fool could be. There were many possibilities. Visitors weren’t extinct, though more often than not, the individual by the clan’s boundaries was an idiot and little more.
The dark painted wolf was no one she had seen in the past, though his body language discouraged her from leaping forth with tooth and claw. The sword rested against her back and would leap into her hands if she decided there was a threat here. ”State your name and purpose, Wolf.” As so often, the name of his species was pronounced with a fair amount of dislike.
Your faith walks on broken glass