It had taken him considerably less time to return to Inferni, but a day had passed and he arrived mid-morning. Ezekiel was pleased that he would be able to drop the heavy and awkward bag of books at his den. Though the weight was not unbearable, he had not enjoyed toting them all the way up from the city. Once he had made it to his cave the coyote-hybrid plopped them down and began going through the large pile. Many were for himself and for Marlowe, but a few he had picked up specifically for his sister. They were picture books, simple things, but he figured it would be the easiest way to teach.
Without even bothering to take off his weapons or smaller side-bag, the Hastati began piling his own into a corner. The cave was without any natural shelves, but he liked it better that way. It was drier, and a nice breeze flowed through it from the sea. As he finished this task, he tossed the deer-belly sack into another corner and grabbed the thin books he intended to present to his sister.
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