Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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Hala stood and put a bit more distance between them, setting Blackfoot's mind a little more at ease though she was still wary. Still watching carefully just in case she needed to fight or flee.

Hala spoke again, she... no, he --she could feel it in the way that the other addressed her-- spoke about the dark wolf having problems. Spoke as if there were multiple entities living within the confines of the woman's mind. Problems indeed. The blue woman huffed air through her nose. Her tattered ear flicked backwards, relaying her inner uncertainty about the whole mess she now found herself in.

And a mess it was. The wolf before her seemed to be struggling, trying to take control once again of her own body. What a personal hell it must be, to have some sort of creatures within you vying for control. She might have scoffed and said she was making it up, if not for the struggle she could see playing out before her. The struggle of her previous companion and this male.

There was only one question that she needed answered though. "Do I need to be concerned about these 'problems'?" Was she going to wake up one day and find her "ally" at her throat because she was someone else? Were they going to be in the middle of hunting or fighting and a violent struggle for control of Hala's body took place where they lost their catch?

"Dialogue"

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