I fail so much. :[ Sorry!
He watched her body change, watched her relax and settle as if his presence did not perturb her. This was curious, but it told him she was not a spy. A spy would have panicked. A Dahlian wolf would have recognized him and fled. Yet she thought he was someone else; Gabriel’s ears twitched at this. In his entire life, he had only ever met two people who had resembled him. One was his daughter. The other was long gone, left with the humans who had come and abandoned their city once again. It was right they did so. This world was not for them.
Exploring. He lifted his nose and took in her scent. There was no pack on her coat, telling him she was either foreign or lived alone. Either way, it did not matter to him. Inferni was at war, and the enemy wore many faces. Yet his body remained still, hiding the tension in his muscles, hiding the fact that if she said the wrong thing he would attack her. He was calm. He was stone. “Gabriel,” he said flatly, a living gargoyle perched atop the mountain. “Go east when you go down the mountain,” the scarred hybrid continued. “The lands below here are Inferni territory.”
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