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It had only been a night since he had left the horses with Salsola, and while Ezekiel was patient, he was nervous. Sirius was crafty, but he hoped their mutual respect for each other might ensure a stock appropriate. He had taken the long route home, stopping to hunt outside of Inferni’s borders. Bucks with sharpening antlers had been nervously watching his travels and avoided the red-marked hunter. All he had felled was a grouse, startled by his wolfish feet as he had traveled.
So while filled, he had not brought anything back. Of course, things had a habit of finding him. The Aquila straightened his posture as he spotted a child with a horse and a cloak—made from a wolf. Curious, he approached boldly. As he neared, the truth of the matter was apparent; there were enough signs to show this was no child; her eyes looked too old, as did the shape of a her face. It was as if someone had taken a coyote and smashed them into the size of a child. Even Enkiel was larger than her.
A sharp yip announced his presence, but the coyote did not introduce himself further.
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