quite eradicated
Yaaay I was gonna ask you for a thread soon.
Ibsen noticed the coyote long before Ezekiel did, and cocked his head to eyeball the stranger. Of course, Inferni members were not really strangers to the raven; he kept a literal eye on everyone, spying on the coyotes just as he spied on the nearby packs. Ezekiel’s ears fanned back towards the voice, though he did not turn his head. One hand twitched, betraying irritation, but it was not because of this cousin and so the Aquila dismissed the always-present desire for violence.
“Something like that,” he admitted, amber eyes darkening. It was too soon to say it aloud. How long had he waited with Gabriel? He didn’t remember. Perhaps the de le Poer blood was to blame. The coyote tilted his arm and reached into the bag at his hip. “Do you smoke, Helotes?” Until recently, Ezekiel had given up the habit. Physical activity demanded such a thing, as did the lack of availability in the wilderness. Inferni made it easy. A single, hand-rolled cigarette was pulled from the bag along with a worn box of matches. Without waiting for a response, the Aquila lit up his smoke. It was not a true cigarette; the sweet scent of cloves rolled from his mouth. Ibsen cocked his head at the hybrid, but said nothing.
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