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300+ AW. 2 maximum.
Monochromatic hues of gray and blue overshadowed the world below, forming circular shapes over Halcyon Mountain and its surroundings. An ambience worthy of the land upon which she ambled, hesitating every now and then. The snow was firm underfoot, suitable for walking without much difficulty. It was cold, but not uncomfortably so. Her thick coat was well appreciated in times like these, for it kept her warm and ready to face the elements. Where she was going, temperature was the least of her worries. The forbidden lands, claimed by distant cousins of much-feared stature, concerned her most. A few over-the-shoulder glances were spared for the pack lands she hailed from, scanning for signs of the redoubtable Rosen. She did not put anything past the man, spying was a newly acquired obsession of his. He kept a close eye on the happenings of his kingdom; on her, especially. Simple border patrols were done under the monster’s supervision, regardless of her respectable rank and stature.
With Cercelee’s demotion came dire consequences. Dahlia de Mai was no safe haven anymore, not even for its own inhabitants. Coyotes could no longer tempt the monster, and they needed to know as much. Haku’s only restraint was no more; with no leash to tame the hellhound, war was eminent. Their last scuffle was no more than a year past, and the Acer had no intention of reliving the moment anytime soon. She’d picked up their scent not only at the borders, but far beyond what was acceptable. Why they insisted on testing the Rosen’s leniency, she did not know. But his patience was running thin, dangerously so. She had some friendly advice for them, for their own sake as much as Dahlia’s; they needed to stay the hell away. With intrusions of the sort, things would unmistakably blow out of proportion.
Upon arrival, Alexey halted a few feet away from Inferni’s well distinct boundaries. She planned on sticking around for quite some time, curious as to how long it would take before a coyote found her standing there.
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[html]  With winter close upon him, he knew that his childhood was coming to a close. The youngest member of Inferni had thirsted for this time since he was old enough to remember. The boy who steadily growing into his thin frame, but for now he remained lanky. There was a lot of growing left for the hybrid boy to accomplish, but nature was acclerating the process just a bit. With the colder weather upon him, it seemed as though he grew in width and height along with the growth of his winter coat. The golden-eyed boy was proud of the way his body was changing. It meant to him that he would soon be that much more capable and that much more useful to his clan. He remembered the feeling of impatience, like ants crawling under his skin. And now it seemed that he was on the precipice of discovering that part of his life. He could hardly wait. The sandy-colored male had taken a much more active role in patrolling the borders of Inferni now. It was true that his smaller size left him at a disadvantage, but with Kaena and Hybrid's help, he had learned a thing or two about his to handle himself in a hostile situation. He knew that right now he would not be the most remarkable warrior for the clan, but as he grew he realized that he could be useful in other ways. One of the things he could do was scout and keep watch over the borders. His golden, coin-colored eyes took everything in. He smelled her before he saw her; there was a scent that lingered just beyond the borders. He identified it as wolf and the corners of his mouth were drawn down in distaste. The last time he had interacted with a wolf, it hadn't been his favorite experience. He recalled his interaction with Daisuke with just a bit of irritation. The stick-carrying man had been quite insolent and had wandered into Inferni's borders like he was on a picnic trip. However, Mason noticed that this particular wolf took care to stay out of the scent-marked territory. That was interesting...a wolf acting part-way reasonable? With curiosity, the coyote-hybrid drew closer to the source of the scent. A figure of a woman was revealed to him within the span of a few moments. The young male cocked his head to the side as he considered her. "What's up?" the young boy asked. He had almost reached adolescence at this point and was in his late childhood. The high-pitch of his voice had mellowed, but his age was clearly evident by the lilt still present at the edges of his words.
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 Hai! 300+
Alexey didn’t know who to address these questions to. The coyotes had been responsible for many atrocities done to her pack mates. But then again, Dahlia de Mai (the Rosen, most specifically) had done them wrong just as intensely. This was no secret. Although the Acer wasn’t well informed when it came to past and current skirmishes between the two groups, she knew what the blue-eyed demon was capable of. This was one of the reasons why she had never tried discussing things with a coyote before. By speaking of things she did not know, the Caregiver risked losing whatever credibility she had. Names were hard to recall, but if presented with some of the older faces around, there was a possibility she would recognize those who had been present during the last conflict. Gabriel de le Poer was a name she remembered, but that’s only because his daughter had been held hostage by Dahlians at one point in time.
The boy’s presence was captured by alert receivers, as opposed to her sense of smell. Their scent hung heavily around the borders, making it hard to determine whether one of them was actually nearby or not. He was young, but Alexey did not allow such a thing to influence her judgement and perception. Golden orbs found similar hues in the hybrid’s eyes, where she lingered in hopes of catching a glimpse of friendliness. No animosity was perceivable, but his gaze also held no warmth for her. She was unwelcomed, just like a coyote intruding upon Dahlian territory. A casual greeting waltzed through the crisp air; the Acer found herself perplexed for a moment, having expected a different kind of salutation. So courtesy between enemies was possible after all. “I came to talk business, if possible.” she replied, emphasis on the last part of her request. The choice was theirs. Refusal to cooperate would result in her departure. “I’m Alexey, of Dahlia de Mai.”
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