quite eradicated
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One red hand turned in the air, passing the tightly-rolled cigarette to the older man. He proceeded to draw another, taking his time to light the match and breathe in. The cloves burnt in a way far different than regular tobacco and the scent was pleasurable to him. Having it cling to his pelt was not unwelcome. If he intended to spy, he would have needed days to wash the scent from his pelt. As the Aquila, however, he was afforded the luxury of sending others to scout for him.
“How do you like Inferni?” Ezekiel asked, smoke billowing from his mouth. His voice, even and oddly quiet, was typical. It was rare for him to yell or to raise his voice to others. He had nothing to gain from such behavior. Yelling at Talitha had only made her twist the guilt onto him, and what could yelling do against the grating madness of Alaine’s curse? He finally turned his face to his cousin, eyes as sharp as the bird’s. Ibsen muttered in his own tongue, but Ezekiel did not betray his knowledge of the language yet. Behind them, the mare continued to graze, no longer concerned about the non-aggressive canines.
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