Things seemed to make much more sense knowing that two packs had vanished. It was likely they had formed an alliance, but to abandon territory still prime was odd. Then again, the cow-spotted woman who had been leading Dahlia seemed odd to Ezekiel. She had sought to make amends for things that could not be forgiven—rape was something Ezekiel would never allow to pass with anything less than a death sentence. He knew little of the Valley, and so accepted what the dark man told him.
Though Viggo was used to the wide and rocky terrain of the Waste, he balked at the narrowing path. Even before the stranger had suggested it, Ezekiel was preparing to dismount. He did so almost in-time with his companion, offering the earth-colored man a nod in agreement. Several low noises were made to the horse, who turned and trotted back down the mountain.
Hawkish eyes observed the dagger with wariness. Ezekiel was not the type to use such tools, so those who were capable with them were considered dangerous. Still, they seemed to have passed their need for violence in order to supplant information. Sirius. He felt like he might have known that name, once before. “Ezekiel,” he returned, showing the hint of his teeth in a plastic smile.
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