quite eradicated
J! Previously approved death of Donder.Word Count » +3
The ravens had been the first sign.
Ezekiel had seen the black cloud spiraling to the heavens from where he sat, above the mouth of his cave. Smoke trailed from one hand, from the base of a crudely rolled cigarette. There was no tobacco within it; marijuana smoke alone floated from his red fingers. Since the raid on AniWaya, Ezekiel himself had begun to fall back into old habits. He smoked more, spoke less ,and spent more time in the nearby woodland. It was not the forest he longed for, but he could not abandon the clan yet. Not while Talitha stood to lose everything.
With an easy movement, the Aquila rose and leapt from the rocky outcrop, moving with swift strides towards the living tornado. He walked with the same ease now as he might were he in his lupus body; fast and nearly trotting, a coyote’s hasty stride as opposed to the languid wolf stalk he used while hunting. Bad blood gave him power and advantages there. His size alone, nearly that of a wolf, was proof enough of that.
He did not know how long it took before he found the carcass. The birds and other scavengers had reached it first. Chunks of flesh, muscle, these were gone. The eyes were picked clean. A gaping hole welcomed him with a bloody rib-cage smile. Amber eyes gleamed with savage light. Another attack, and one that no doubt came from a coyote. No wolf would dare with such a large animal on its own. Ezekiel advanced and barked out to the birds, who parted enough to allow him through. He sniffed here and there, looking for obvious signs of poison, looking for anything that might kill the animals. There was none. Whoever had done this had done so with teeth and claw, and why not? The stupid animal was familiar with the coyotes—it wouldn’t have fled until its throat was bleeding out.
With a low growl, Ezekiel took several strides back and let out a yapping demand for his sister’s mate.
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