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While Max could certainly have handled one male, Enkiel was cautious because of his severe lack of experience. The jackal was a master of healing, subversion, poison…but he had only briefly trained with Gabriel and Ezekiel, and neither of these lessons had left much of an impression on him. The strength he had was a wiry one, and while he might have survived in a fight against another jackal or another coyote, a wolf or hybrid was another story.
Enkiel showed no caution as he neared, confident that Ezekiel would not have allowed a stranger on their territory. He did not tip his head, but regarded the male with a detached coolness that belonged to him alone. Halo, his half-sister, had a more direct viciousness in her display of such a thing, and he often wondered if it was genetic. “Another Spaniard,” He commented idly, recognizing the language. His ship had docked in Spain briefly before making its journey west. The scent of Inferni hardly had sunk into this man’s pelt. “You are new.” No name, no introduction. It was not in his nature to offer this so freely.
Beside him, Max watched curiously. He was not used to the medic and thus terribly curious as to why he behaved the way he did, though the hybrid was inherently suspicious of strangers (especially with lessons of violence still ringing in his head).
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