We spent our lives, running through the wasteland
Word Count → 412 :: Grumpy cause she's injured.
The heat of the brindle hybrid was comforting, a small reminder that she wasn't in this on her own despite how that seemed at times. It was still strange, no longer being of Salsola, no longer hiding within the safety of a packs borders or having family to pamper and love her. It was only herself and Hael, as suspicious as the greyhounds appearance and timing was, because she'd had a glimpse of true solitude she wouldn't push him away or ponder upon his motives as much as she normally would. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and relaxed against him, welcoming the heat of the fire and the comfort of a near stranger, lulling herself into a state of near sleep. Oblivious to the world around her, mind clouded with dreams and nightmares, the midnight girl hadn't heard or scented the others approach, citron and chartreuse eyes flashing upon and zoning in on the nearing male.
Nothing had gone to plan, her grand scheme had fallen into pieces around her feet and she was making the most of what she could; no longer alone she had Hael with her, although it was clear from just a glance that the brindle hybrid wasn't in any better shape or conditions then she herself. Still, she'd moved away from the pack she had such embarrassed herself within and this small fire and Hael were hers, her new little world and the only things she really had to claim any more. A need to protect her childish claim, her lips peeled back and she growled in welcome to the other, her own warning was followed by that of Hael's, the brindle hybrid tensing behind her. “That's would be none of your business” she spoke softly, her voice firm and straight to the point. “You are not welcome here” Hael's deeper voice added to the girls warning, the brindle males arm wrapping loosely around her waist so that he could move her out of the way if need be.
Glaring at the stranger who had proclaimed himself as Kit, she assessed the situation quickly; neither she or Hael could do anything to stop the stranger from doing as he pleased and she could either piss him of, or allow him to join them and earn his favour. “If you have food, you can join us” her soft voice almost whispered the words, an attempt to barter and gain all she could from the situation at hand.
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.
Table by the Mentors!
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