So sorry for the wait.
The pumpkin man was on his porch looking out onto the expansive pack land. Ezra became nervous for a moment, but he continued to plod up to the front of the house. The Duke gave his comrade a small smile, before stopping at the front of the house respectfully. “Are you Haven?” The Duke asked quietly, looking up at his superior. “I’ve been told to find you for some sparring practice.”
Ezra didn’t know much about the peculiarly colored man before him. He had seen him around the pack a fair amount and he also was in the hotel the night of the bad snowstorm. Ezra had always respected him, of course, for he knew he held a considerably high rank in the pack despite his infrequent appearances. “I’m Ezra, Duke,” Ezra had nothing else to say the man other than that.
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