300+ its a bit outdated, so figured it could end here
So, what was he really doing here? Why was he talking to a small child that belonged to the enemy clan? Why was he even here? His eyes stayed on the pale child with the crimson red eyes. He wondered if she was fully colour blind. Haku's vision was in colours. He believed most plain wolves lacked the privilegie of colours, but the luperci gene had quite some fun stuff, at least for Haku and his family line. Some wolves seemed to change colour and shape when shifting as well. Haku's mother had always been a fairly odd shifter because of the drastic change that came with her luperci form. In her plain wolf form she was stripped of colours. Brilliant white fur with silver eyes. In her werewolf form the white was polluted by grays and even black here and there, and the silver turned to crimson, as if the bullet had finally hit its target. Odd, odd.
The child spoke, and the large brute shook his head to reconnect with the present. He snorted at the child's innocent words. He did not know any Ezekiel, did not want to play with her. Why had he wasted time by talking to this ignorant girl? Haku tilted his head slightly, pondering why he had allowed this stupidity to go as far as it had. Oh well, it was not too late to get out of the idiocy. Most of all he wanted to be cruel and hurt her because she was of Inferni, no matter how untainted and lovable her soul was. Souls were there to be consumed by Haku's black sickness. He wanted to kill. Though, not today. "No." The man remained still for a few more seconds before he turned away from the borders and started to pad in the opposite direction of the ivory Inferni cub. His mood was slowly turning sour, for no apparent reason. It had been too long, maybe that was why. He would have to do something about that.