WC: 361 Assuming it's okay to just wrap this up/fade out. x_x
Gabriel seemed mighty unimpressed and the hybrid couldn't help but wince as sharp words were exchanged. The leader was a passionate yet sensible man--to see him so riled up despite the (more or less) positive circumstances was a bit offsetting to the subordinate. Anselm was an independent thinker (and judger) to be sure, but there were frankly nil whose opinions he held higher than the doggish Aquila's; Kaena had always been a close second, but the war had seemingly rattled her to the core (something he'd only noticed in hindsight). Gabriel, however, had always been the unwavering pillar of stability. That confidence alone made it difficult to discredit any of his judgements, his intense dislike of DaVinci not withstanding.
Nonetheless, Gabriel had granted the steely hybrid permission to walk amongst their ranks. Anselm had lapsed into a contemplative silence and he barely remembered to give Gabriel a nod of gratitude as the dark-coated hybrid departed; he understood that DaVinci's acceptance had more to do with their own bond than anything that'd ever develop between the two "enemies." Fortunately for his own ass, he didn't anticipate any problems. His daughter's suitor had known to keep his mouth shut and in this situation that was the best any of them could ask for. DaVinci's voice drew him back into reality and he offered a meagre I guess with as much enthusiasm as he could muster (which, as with the younger man, wasn't necessarily much).
His head finally swung around to look at the young man; he supposed only time would tell how their story was to end and for now he was grateful that the page had been turned at all. Why don't I show you Ryan's old den? he queried, as finally the dire and dour aura that hovered around them began to dissipate. His daughter had returned! He couldn't wait until she was done with whatever she had to do--until then he could rest a little easier knowing that she was safe (and happy). With a smile and a flop of his tail that didn't feel so half-assed, he nodded to his company and began to lead the way.
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