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Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-18-2012, 12:06 AM

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Viggo snorted in the cold air, his breath a cloud of steam. The stallion was a prime example of what it took to survive; while many of the largest animals had fallen without aid, the hardy had survived. Generations had provided a stock that produced animals capable of living in the demanding world without men. Luperci had made this easier; but there was still no denying that the animals who had survived had done so because of their natural talents.

Ezekiel listened to Kaena’s explanation, his eyes trailing to the rolling hills. At the mention of a pass, he looked skyward and spotted the dark shape of Ibsen. A loud, coyote’s cry summoned the bird from above. The raven circled and landed on an extended arm, cocking his head sharply. “Look for a gap in the hills,” the Aquila ordered, motioning ahead. The bird ruffled his feathers and rose once more. It took him several strong flaps to rise high enough to catch a thermal, and ride it high enough to see the ground from above.

Their pace was slow, which allowed the raven to look for the described area up and down. When he took to circling a specific area just south of their position, Ezekiel turned Viggo with a faint squeeze of one leg and urged the horse to a trot. Being large, the bouncy pace was not as unforgiving as a smaller horse such as Myrika’s—he was confident Kaena would be able to stay on for it. He doubted she was comfortable; unless one rode often the girth of a broad horse and unused muscles would tense up. With any luck the pass would be a short one, and take them to where they needed to be.

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