the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-20-2011, 10:23 AM

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Like many of the things he had believed about his family, Ezekiel now worried whether or not he could trust them when it came to these children. Gabriel and Faolin had been good parents to a point—then he and his sister had been sent away during the war. He was raised by wolves, and this had undoubtedly warped his perception on things. A large part of his education had also occurred through observation and solitude. It was lucky he had found the hybrid pack when he had. Otherwise he would never have been given a reason to harness what social skills he had found most useful.

Yet the bonds he had imagined he had were weakening. Unwilling to face this he had fled to defend children who had done nothing but be born. His resolve was only strengthened by Alaine’s demand, which he responded to with a warm smile. She reminded him of Cwmfen, but her other half; the healer to the warrior, as it was. Her next question proved more difficult to answer. Ezekiel had only ridden one horse, and that had been an old nag that carted around children.

He looked back to the colt and began speaking again, playing a new angle. It earned him a loud whinny, followed by the big horse’s front feet rising up slightly. This display kept the coyote smiling as he made his way to the males back and pulled himself up in a single jump. Unused to weight on his back, the colt pranced and turned about. Ezekiel gripped with his legs and continued to speak to the chestnut stallion until the feisty horse had settled. Though he held onto the rope halter the coyote used his legs as he had been taught to guide the horse next to his mother. “He’s not really happy about it,” Ezekiel explained, blonde hair falling into his face.

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