Haku was not a normal wolf. For now, he was completely ruined. He was still bleeding. A long claw line decorated his left side, one of his back legs did not feel like function properly, causing him pain whenever he took a step. He had taken many footsteps from Inferni to the newest pack. He was part blind, blood still ran down his face. His eye was probably unharmed, but there was no doubt his face would never be the same. Gabriel de le Poer never seemed to disappoint. His face would be scarred. They had lost many, but also taken some. He was really curious about who that shooter was. It had been amazing, with one exception. They had her.
He wanted Deuce. No. Correction; He needed her. If not for tending to his injuries, then for.. Well. He was upset, emotionally. He could not stand it, he needed distraction. Anything really. If not, things could turn bad for the little creature he had locked up in the city inside Dahlia de Mai. He reached the Phoenix Valley borders, then took a few more steps before he let an exhausted howl spring out and reach for the sky. Deuce