What his subordinates did was something Gabriel had often cast a blind eye to. Hybrid was a prime example of such a thing. He believed with certainty that there was no chance for Hybrid to betray him, or betray Inferni. The red eyed bastard was mad, but he was loyal. He trusted his former brother-in-law far more then he did most. So it did not surprise him that Snake would associate with a wolf (and it would have surprised him less had he known the boys past). It did not surprise him she would look at the boy fondly, as her smile indicated, for the Hydra was not an unpleasant fellow, and he understood the need that rose in all of them.
There was barely an audible response; a short grunt broke from his throat. As if dissatisfied with the answer, he flicked one ear, and settled onto his haunches. “No,” was the simple answer. “But I don’t like wolves crossing my borders uninvited.” Quietly, he continued to study her features, her scent. Gabriel had a cache of signs locked up in his memory banks, and she would be no different.
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