where the road parts

[Hezekiah Finch]

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It seemed as though this boy too, understood what it was that Inferni tried so hard to keep out. Even though Hezekiah was just as unfamiliar with wolves as he was the rest of the region around Inferni, he was beginning to share that view without much influence. The wolves were unkind, thoughtless creatures. Perhaps unnervingly so as the green-eyed coyote shifted his gaze about, Hezekiah’s translucent blue did not leave him, studying every scant movement of his face as though he would find something astray. It had been the way Gabriel had studied him with such a resolute gaze (further back, the way his father looked on him when he actually did look at him). Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, in this case.

“No, but this place is Inferni, and I don’t know what they call the rest of this place,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders, finally breaking his trained gaze to look at the area around them. It was nothing more than expanse of trees that would be bare in the weeks to come. The coldness in the air was beginning to roll back from whence it had come as well. “Are you from one of the packs around here?” he ventured to ask, though he did doubt the chances. Anselm had distinctly called them wolf packs, he thought and if they were ever bit as easily provoked as they were supposed to be, then chances were they’d not be standing there talking.

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