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The husky had been brooding again. The summer had never been easy for him, with his heavy double coat that never seemed to full fall off, and his inability to catch bigger game without the help of his mate anymore. Ezra’s size had almost fully returned to its size since he was in the Kingdom, he wasn’t starving anymore; the pack had helped him and his son nourish themselves and their skeletal frames had disappeared months ago. But still, the male had found it hard to eat. Coli’s attack had done a number on him both in his head and to his body. He had spent more time than he had ever before in any pack patrolling the borders for any sign of strangers. When a joiner appeared, however, he let the higher-ranked members take care of that. He had no interest in acting nice to those he was unfamiliar with. Ezra was paranoid for his son, his friend, his pack. Ezra wouldn’t let himself get hurt again by anyone.
But now, he sulked in his home, not even lifting his head after hearing a stranger’s call. The secui sat hunched as he always did when he brooded, his back against the wall. Eli was out and about as usual, so the cynical man had been by himself for most of the day. He hadn’t hunted since the day Coli was attacked, and admittedly the man’s stomach was growling at the thought of a pack feast. He sighed, curling up on his bed of furs again. His mind wandered back to the love of his life, the woman who betrayed him. Her silver fur glinted in sunlight, but her face was slowly slipping away from him. The coy-wolf was now barely a memory in his skull, yet still he harbored all this hate, hate that prevented him from joining his comrades in a feast.
Ezra, you’re being an idiot, his mind said to himself, and the hybrid couldn’t help but agree with that voice after minutes debating whether to go or not. He was starving, and more than anything he hoped he could see how Coli was feeling. After some time, the hybrid raised himself from his bed (though slower than usual, his joints had started hurting recently). He trotted over to the source of the commotion, following the scent trails of those already there. Eli’s scent was in that direction as well, so the Hollr quickened his pace.
Most of the pack members he knew were there already, including some strangers. The feast had already started but Ezra knew that and would wait until those who got there first were done, including Eli. The soft-spoken male nodded silently to Lilin and Saul, and said a quiet Thank you, to the brown woman who seemed to have the seat of honor here. She smelled like a Stormbringer. This brought a small smile to the quiet man’s maw as he finally took his place next to the carcass, scarfing everything down with the ravenous pace of his packmates.
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