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Play was something that Ezekiel had lost. He had only his sister for company as a child, and after she and his mother ran off, Fatin and Tristan. His most valued teacher had done little for him in terms of play, for Tristan was a rather blunt man with focuses only on battle. They had joked sometimes, yes, but never played. Everything was a lesson. Everything was a test. So in many ways, Ezekiel did not fully recognize this game as a game. It was a challenge, and one he intended to win. Paranoia had yet begun to seep into his blood, but oh he did rise to the call of dominance and he would take it from his much larger cousin if he could.
The noise caused Ezekiel to jump. His expression turned to one of savagery, teeth bared and ears flat, but then quite suddenly the dark wolf stumbled, fell and landed on his back. Ezekiel balked, his eyes going wide and ears rising to a high red crown. It took him a moment to recognize that the wolf was still going after him. Puzzled by the nips and the soft blows, Ezekiel sidestepped the teeth as best he could before he went for the back of the neck. Barry’s fur was already too thick for his play bite to do much damage, but Ezekiel intended to hold him. His own tail, high in the air, wagged a few times itself. This was fun.
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