RJ was now glad to be out of the presence of the near terrifying Haku Soul. The male disturbed him greatly, and he did not wish to be in the presence of him for any longer. The pentagram burned into his neck gave the coyote chills to the bone, and he could not imagine how life must be like in this hell. He had yet to figure out what made him choose to reside here instead of any other territory, much less in a warzone. He sighed, disappointed in himself for getting caught in such a mess. He would make the best of it however, and do what he could to stay alive- or rather, stay sane. The only other wolf he had met here was Sicarus, and he seemed a little out of his mind to, worshiping Haku as if he was a god. Preposterous! There was no god other than the Holy Father and that was final. RJ knew the word of God like the back of his hand, and there was no one who could make him believe there was a different holy deity.
His feet sinking in the snow, RJ waddled through the powder snow as he made his way back to his den. He kept his blades with him, in case he was jumped by some crazed wolf or something. He figured you could never be too careful. With all the insane people around, it was only a matter of time before he met one that was a little too crazy. His steel eyes fluttered with fatigue every time he pulled his paws out to take another step. He had never seen snow so thick in ages. The winters here weren't always this bad, or at least that's what RJ thought. Tired and slightly annoyed, the hybrid pulled himself out of the snow, and lay sprawled on his side. A rest was much needed here, as he still had a ways to go before he got back to his den.