Even as he watched the dark hybrid fight for control, Ezekiel forced his own will on the massive horse below him. He lacked the physical power to dominate the massive animal. At nearly a ton, Viggo would have little trouble breaking any canine that crossed him. Six feet of horse was taller than Ezekiel, and the Aquila did not forget that. Still, as long as he remained on Viggo’s back he could keep him under control. Golden-amber eyes narrowed as the black and white stallion finally stilled, though out of fear and not understanding. The venomous tone from the stranger made Ezekiel’s hackles rise against the quiver on his back. Thankfully, this was hidden.
The Aquila’s face remained stony, eyes hawkish. “Then I’d advise you to keep your mount under control,” Ezekiel replied, his voice equally even. He gave his own mount a squeeze, advancing at an even pace despite the massive animal’s unrest. Once he was close enough, he sniffed the air and found that the stranger was a neighbor. His eyes hardened. “You’re from that pack to the west,” the Aquila went on, recognizing the salty tang of Drifter Bay.
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