These rusted machines were something Ezra wanted to explore. Despite the fact that he couldn’t get into the first one, the beast started trekking to another one. There were about 8 of them spread out on the cracked landing strip. The nearby buildings and concrete confused Ezra, he was one to avoid any part of human interaction. His worldview was skewed in the direction of pure wilderness and whenever humans were mentioned, it was hushed and full of scorn. The Rosen family knew nothing about airplanes, city blocks, or medical innovations the humans once made.
The day was still young and the boy squinted in the morning light. He reached another rusted piece of metal, but someone was already waiting there. It had caught him by surprise, it didn’t seem like a very popular place for a wolf to wander through. His other male was peculiar looking – his features were unlike any wolf Ezra had come across before. Ezra stared at the tawny creature. He was tall, and overbearing, just like every other werewolf here. Even though he was starting to move past his bias against werewolves, the mere irritation of them every day brought him down.
“So you’ve seen them too?” Ezra asked, feeling somewhat stupidly. He was not a fan of this kind but as trying his best to be friendly. Even if he looked like an idiot doing it. “Any idea what they are?” Ezra looked at the other creature, giving a sad half-smile.
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