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It was slowly but surely heating up, melting into summer. Humans had been fascinated with summer; the number of books captioned 'summer read' or cd's playing music about the season was ridiculous. The hybrid was out patrolling the borders, as he had taken to doing. He paused once by a cracked skull, running a thumb gently over it. Giggle wondered who the wolf had once been. He looked up, catching on the wind the scent of a stranger. The fairly constant influx of members recently was pleasing. He straightened up, smoothed back his ponytail and headed towards the white shape.

His eyes narrowed as he approached the male. He was, frankly, wolfish in appearance, but then, he could have simply been a hybrid. And Giggle could hardly judge one for mixed heritage, when he himself was partly wolf. Moving to stand in front of the male, still holding a tinge of suspicion in his indigo eyes, the Imaginifer cleared his throat. 'You're standing on Inferni's borders,' he pointed out, feeling sort of dumb at the obvious statement. 'What do you want?' His voice was even-toned and formal- perhaps not as nice as he'd been to Halo, but certainly not judgmental. He flicked his gaze over the boy again, waiting for a response.



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