Ezekiel had never been the patient kind of child. He could have moments where his actions were less hurried than usual, but the majority of the time his mind and body were always on the go. As was habit for the boy, he’d been up at the crack of dawn and out of the den, for it was one of those days where he’d felt the urge to be alone.
Upon leaving the den and his family behind, Ezekiel had ventured off a ways, tracking the scent of something foreign. Probably a rodent of some sort, based on what his senses were telling him and he wanted it. Instinct was a welcome companion, as Ezekiel found that he taught himself more than anyone else taught him.
His nose stuck close to the ground as he moved along the edge of the den, following closely the smell of what he was searching for. His stomach was low to the ground, and while his head was tilted down, his red eyes were up and alert—always searching. However, he was distracted from his hunt by the sound of his name. His ears swiveled and he immediately jumped up, looking and listening for whatever was around him.
There it was again. The same voice in different words. He was careful now to follow the sound that could only belong to his sister. She must be looking for him, he reasoned. And he certainly didn’t want to keep her waiting. Following the way back to the den, he gaze soon met his sister’s searching eyes. They connected in recognition and Ezekiel began to pick up his pace as he headed towards Talitha. "Hi, Tal! Wacha doin’?" he asked as he greeted her with an affectionate nuzzle.