Gabriel had not woke until Anselm’s loud yowl cut through his hazy dream, causing him to stir and rise sleepily to his feet. He was in a daze, now feeling the weight of the days upon them. It was something that he had expected, but not so soon. This war was dragging on without conflict, and that worried him. A storm was fast approaching, one he intended to face and destroy.
Unfortunately, what he was greeted with as “two new family members” was someone he did not wish to see. Almost instantly this became apparent in his body language, which tensed, and his face, which crinkled with displeasure. Trotting forward, the doggish hybrid eyed the steely coyote. Were it not for the child in his arms, or Anselm’s demeanor, he might have been just as vicious as he had the last time that the boy had seen Inferni’s Aquila.
“Jefferson wouldn’t take you back?” He asked snidely, his distaste for the younger man apparent.
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