The iron fence was a large section, as were all parts of the fence. This one had unfortunately broken some years earlier, and bore a gaping hole within its center. A wolf could easily slip through such a thing, but it seemed silly to leave it when they could just as easily make something larger. Ezekiel was turning to speak when he spotted his sister’s approach. Oddly, her usually crude remarks were limited to a friendly one that he met with an honest smile. Advancing, for once unarmed, the coyote tossed his head in a fashion similar to his stallion.
“Oh, I suppose you like the fence. Look, this one is broken,” he gestured to the hole, amber eyes glimmering merrily. He closed the distance to his sister, and at her side, turned to inspect the damage. While the hole was full of loosened dirt and disturbed honeysuckle, the Aquila lacked an artistic eye. He found nothing wrong with the display and frowned at her comment as he observed the damage. “It doesn’t look that bad,” he added, folding his arms under his chest.
“It is quite ugly,” Enkiel added as he moved to join them. The smaller jackal’s deep voice always surprised his cousin, but today it simply made his face twist into an exaggerated frown.
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