Failure of a hunt.

Hala fought with Stephen within her mind, but sat there with a blank stare at the bone at her paws. Ears twitched then her tail gave a swish behind her frame. The dark ebony chocolate woman allowed that of a sigh to escape from her lips, a slow and shakey sigh it was. "Sorry" Allowing to flow out. Shaking her head at Blackfoots question as it hit Halas ears.

Hala's voice was still a little shakey from gaining control back, looking at the bone then to Blackfoot answering the womans question. "No, he just likes to make himself known. Unlike the others. He happened due to something that was done." To be honest the woman had every reason to be concerned or taken back.

It wasn't like every day you stumble across a stranger who dealt with dissociation, if you ever did.

"Hala Indigo"