quite eradicated
The dynamic of horses was something that Ezekiel had studied since their numbers began increasing in exponential size. His experience was not based on anamnesis, for Inferni had never boasted domesticated livestock during his father’s day. Inferni had shifted, though, since his ascension and the addition of horses brought in since the cousins who had joined and brought these outsider ways within to their fold. Gabriel would not have allowed such a thing, but Ezekiel had expanded their claim and he knew the use of such beasts would be great.
His horse, despite his bloodline, was a feisty thing with a temper as brash as the dark bird that scouted ahead. Ibsen did not often journey with the coyote, for his talents were best suited when he was not identified as a pet (and Ezekiel did not think of him as such, truly). Yet for foreign soil, he preferred having a pair of eyes in the sky.
The red horse snorted loudly as Zeke mounted, an easy motion that he was well versed in. Once on the back of the massive animal, his hips settled in such a way that made his ride comfortable. With his bag on his side and his quiver and bow on his back, Ezekiel prepared for the long ride ahead. A thick animal pelt was under his groin, easing the soreness that would surely come from traveling towards the furthest expansions of the eastern land. A rope was loosely looped around his arm, and from it trailed the dark mare. Kaena had been very clear with her intention, and Ezekiel doubted she would put up with riding behind someone.
So with the bird heading towards the mansion, Ezekiel traveled at an easy trot. He did not know how long this excursion would last, but he doubted with Vesper (whom he considered loyal to him) at her side Halo would try much. Especially with the ever-watchful eyes of the clan’s healer at her back, or her own children (and Symera, and even Helotes) keeping her busy. Thus content to take the time for himself, he did not brood on the what-if and instead thought only of recalling the pass his father had brought them through on the night of the fire. While a child, he could yet recall the landmarks of the place and the overpass they had spent a long night in. There had been many people then, many who had been his family, but he did not recall them. Only his father, mother, and sister had mattered on that night. It would be easier, though, to go through on horses than to climb a mountain with them—especially when his stallion and mare were massive, cold-blooded animals not suited for such delicate work.
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