- This is backdated to June 8th, mid-afternoon. He's in Shiloh Hills.
Unable to face the look in her accusing green eyes, Ezekiel had fled. He had ridden Viggo hard and they escaped the borders of the dog-kingdom within an hour. There was no logic to the direction he had chosen; south was instinctive. South was away from Inferni, away from Alaine, away from the familiar and into the unknown. Only when Ezekiel felt his own legs dampen from the sweat that had formed on the draft horses’ hide did he slow, dismounting.
They were in an unknown territory to Ezekiel, one made up of rolling hills and wide spaces. It was like the Waste but green as opposed to the earthen hues he was used to. Viggo snorted and rolled his eyes, and Ezekiel dismissed him. The horse trotted off and dropped, rolling in the soft grass while his owner sought out a place to sit. Hungry and miserable, the coyote walked aimlessly through the green landscape. He sighed and spared a glance to his massive mount, which had since risen and begun grazing.
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