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Careful consideration had led him to this point. He disliked the idea of having this living trail of theft within the clan, and so had gathered up the stolen horses without a word to anyone else. He looped a long rope around the halter on the white mare, and gathering up the saddle left by Selena, tacked the bay horse. The ride towards Salsola was long and lonely, but he took the time to smoke a clove cigarette and consider what he was doing. While he was certain this might not be as simple as he imagined, it would save him time—and potentially save Inferni bloodshed if the AniWaya’s ever ventured north.
It took only a few hours to finally reach the river. Ezekiel smiled thinly. He admired Sirius in the way he might admire an equal, a rival; the hybrid was tactical and he was crafty. If Ezekiel had not been given the Waste, he might have come here. Salsola was private and out of the way. It took him several minutes of travel to find a shallow area to cross, though the horses were tall enough that the water barely reached above their hocks.
Ezekiel subconsciously stiffened as he arrived at the border. Salsola’s scent was heavy like Sirius’ musk and the masculine need to dominate within him balked at the challenge. Yet this needed done. A loud yapping howl came from his throat, demanding the presence of the king.
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