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Warmly painted ears still leaned back with visual discontent, but she couldn’t obtain any information if he wandered away. She recognized the name, Alacrity, but she had never interacted with the woman, and it was only Anselm she want interested in hearing about. Has she met the man in person, her behaviour would have been quite different. The man she had wished to idolize was nothing but a simple traitor like the rest of them. It would have saddened her greatly if she hadn’t already converted the disappointment into rage. It was no secret that she preferred dealing with fire rather than salted water.
Maybe he had mentioned her, maybe not, but apparently she hadn’t mattered enough, for she hadn’t been named. ”Do you know why he left?” the warrior’s whipping voice demanded, muzzle threatening to wrinkle with a muted snarl as her mind dived into the pool of negativity. And the pool was deep and dark. Fist settled above a curved hip, though if the right man had stood before her, she would have preferred to land it in his face. Her dark tail danced behind her feminine form, though it was not lively due to happiness.
And it was obvious that his seed gave birth to wolves and not coyotes. Ugh. Halo was racist as always, of course.
Your faith walks on broken glass