Moonspear a marked deck

@Tye

Without having met him, Alya had developed a very poor opinion of the purported Omega. It was a shame because she knew cowardice and churlishness were not hallmarks of the position itself; Hydra had become good friends with Gannet, even if Alya was not at all sure what had come of that friendship.

She sought him today to form her own, proper opinion of the man. She tried, as she trailed him, to empty her mind of prejudice, but it was difficult when she was already so on-edge, thinking about the struggles that were sure to come to her mountain. Would the omega be a help or a hinderance to them? She had been so conditioned by experience to assume all those outside her bloodline wanted only to use them, even knowing in her mind that it was not so. Nikai, after all, shared no blood with her, and had proven to be her most trusted ally aside from her sisters themselves.

As his scent intensified, she made more of an effort to hide herself in the brush, intending to hunt the omega until he detected her presence — and perhaps even still, if he proved as destestable as she feared.