03-03-2011, 01:01 AM
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Easy ending. Ezekiel and Talitha get their chow on, because the skinny cow needs to freaking eat something.[/html]
It was a work of beauty. Watching Ezekiel's actions, his sister was left in awe. She had never been so efficient, or so skilled, even with her own two hands. The bird fell to the ground with one solid arrow to the feathered chest. The underweight coyote sniffed at the air, meandering her way to the fresh corpse. Her brother reached it first, gripping the neck of the bird and tearing the arrow from the body. His sister seemed impressed.
She worked her way through the snow, leading the way back to the den her brother had claimed. Even if she hated the idea, it was time to eat, for Ezekiel's benefit if not for her own. She heaved a sigh, turning to make sure the golden coyote was following before dashing ahead through the snow.