Hope you don't mind me joining. Ephraim is in lupus form.
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Ephraim had dreamed of steel trees.
He believed in dreams as prophecies, and so naturally he had sought out these strange structures. He had been quietly pointed in the right direction, and his excitement had built when he saw the city skyline before him. What the meaning of this dream was, he did not know, but perhaps there was something to be found in the labyrinth of roads and alleys—a secret yet to be seen. Perhaps it would provide an answer to his oscillating mind.
The quarter-dog was restless once he had entered the city, however. Buildings alone mesmerized him, but he’d gotten very used to them in his time with the Tribe, being cooped up in a cottage for weeks. However, with the wind howling past strange cars and skyscrapers, he was on edge. And that was when the normally foolish eunuch was most dangerous.
Ephraim was strange—grinning and giggling and goofy, smelling not quite like a proper male, apparently an idiot. His mind was sharp, however, and his survival instincts were even sharper, able to create deep wounds with the aid of his yellowing fangs.
He froze and lowered his ears when another gust blew through his thick coat. The cold didn’t bother him, coming from the north, but the thought of winter bothered him. He hoped he could cope, and that the memories and starvation wouldn’t return—the benefit of having a pack, he supposed. He licked his lips then blinked when he saw a ghostly shape ahead—a white smattered with dark greys, smoke on snow.
A quick sniff revealed that this woman was a loner, and one older than him. He was bordering on six years, and yet she at least had a year on him, if not more. The thought of hanging out with someone else as potentially wise as him made him smile, and he walked forward with thoughts of calling out to her.
His sharpened senses made him freeze in his tracks, however, as he passed by an alleyway. The large wolf blinked and turned, ears lowering and lips slowly wrinkling back over his teeth—and he spotted a halfling-formed shape in the shadows of the narrow space. The figure couldn’t have been more suspicious if they tried.
Quickly, Ephraim snarled.
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