Failure of a hunt.

Hala sat there, waiting, watching. Allowing herself to gain control even more. Slow steady yet still slightly shakey breaths given. Knowing that Stephen was known to pop up out of no where. Would the brute finally stay silent. The food is what most likely brought him out.

And then the questions that fell from Blackfoots vocals. Honestly Hala thought about it. Which caused a more gentle look to cross her features, a slow shrug of her shoulders were given. The mute glancing up to the woman. Not speaking just sitting there. Protecting Hala.

A few moments passed as the mute figured Blackfoot meant no harm. Gave Hala space, but also at the same time lurked there if and when Hala would need. Then the gatekeeper found her way forth, shooing the mute away in gentle manners.

"There is four or five of us. There is Hala the host, I'm known as Jazzy. The mute. Stephen who you've meant. And the little lad. And we all serve a purpose for Hala." Offering a smile, which was warm and relaxed, she lowered down as a deep breath was drawn.

She also known that having a identity disorder wasn't much known about it or others didn't believe when someone had a dissociation disorder. "There are things this young lass witnessed and had to do to protect her family. It's not nothing she is proud of, nor are any of us. But had to be done none the less." Jazzy had stated, watching for a reaction.

Knowing that many did not accept that of others with mental illnesses. Only her family understood.

"Hala Indigo"