Word Count » 369 If you happen to have a non-scrolling table, would you perhaps use it for this thread? I can't really read that one and scrolling anything won't show up on my phone. 
Also, Max is with him and they're both in Optime form.
His duties went about with ease, for winter was when Enkiel did not have much reason to leave the clan. He had plans to take one final trip out before the frost killed the rest of the plants he could use, but for now his focus was on going through the greenhouse and seeing what needed tended to. The Lykoi girls had taken much of their own stock, but Enkiel had not thought ill of them for this. He might have if they had touched what belonged to the clan, but the size of the contraption allowed for both the clan’s use and the private growth of members.
Yet he still needed to eat, and while he could have been supplied by any of the clan members, Ezekiel’s budding apprentice took great pleasure in accompanying the jackal on his trips. They hunted in the fashion that Ezekiel had taught Max; Enkiel flushed out birds and the boy shot them from the sky. With several of these carried between them, the pair had begun traveling back to the lands. Max was midway through one of his stories, babbling on a monster called Kiwakwa (or something like that).
“…and so his heart turned to ice! His fur grew white and his skin became blue and he was never able to feel warm again. During winter you can hear him howling, looking for more people to eat—“
“All of your monsters seem to eat people, Max.”
“Oh that’s because they do, Enkiel,” the grayish hybrid nodded smartly, his wild hair flipping to and fro. “Monsters are all hungry, all of the time, and they eat everything. Even wolves and coyotes and jackals.”
The healer made a face at the thought, and slowed as the boy stilled suddenly. His bright yellow eyes had caught a shadow high beyond the borders, and instinctively believed it dangerous. Dark pelts screamed “wolf”, so it was not surprising for him to suspect something. Enkiel followed his gaze and spotted the same shape, but recognized the sigil around his neck. One hand brushed against the taller boy’s arm, easing him, and the healer advanced fearlessly. Max trailed at his side, still edgy though now calm in appearance.
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