gone like a wayward wind

Barrett · 01-02-2012, 02:37 PM

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His brows lifted as the mini-Ezra charged past him with his nose to the ground and tail waving. The whelp scrambled from one thing to the next, investigating each pebble, blade of grass, and wood chip with exuberance seen only in youth. It left Barry scratching his head for a moment, and he was still shaking it in disbelief when the bicoloured hybrid pulled him into a quick, friendly embrace. He clapped the husky on the back as they disengaged from the hug, exclaiming Too long! You're telling me! It shouldn't have been too surprising, given how big his own boys were — but it still felt like a lot of time had slipped by all at once.

The brunet hardly knew where to begin, but before he could get too carried away, Ezra's unease provided a sobering dose of reality. His amused and incredulous expression melted into one of concern and confusion. Uh.. what? he creaked. As it was wont to do, his brain began to concoct a million and one horrifying possibilities. Had something happened to his family in the war? Had he gotten into something harder and become addicted? A knot was forming in his stomach, but he reminded himself to breathe. In the face of another's distress, Barry naturally assumed a more assertive role: it was the best way to offer reassurance.

His hand lingered on the male's shoulder yet and he offered another pat, but this time it was lighter than before; it was sympathetic and consolatory. Alright man, let's head inside, he suggested gently. We'll figure something out. A warm smile made him sound more convincing. He dropped his arm and motioned for Ezra to follow him inside. Without prompting, he packed a generous bowl and peered imploringly at his companion, waiting for him to explain.

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