quite eradicated
I left this nondescript so have her be wherever. :> Backdated to Jan 3rd.
So that was how it was. Ezekiel tasted the blood on his tongue and knew it was his own; he had literally bit it to keep from speaking of such madness to his cousin. Helotes had made his position very clear to the Aquila, and such a thing was now casting doubt upon his brow. So what if he had killed for a child? Would he kill for the she-devil that had given herself to him? Red-black tail flicked irritated and high behind him, feet moving at a joggers speed. He did not need to run, but he felt as if it was all he could do.
His feet carried him the long way along the river, away from Helotes. It was to hide his tracks and his true path. Muscles burned as he ran, but it was not a painful thing; Ezekiel ran often. Red feet tore across the packed earth of the horse trail, flattening the snow further, speeding him along. Steam rushed out of his mouth and his lungs filled with the frigid air. He reveled in this exhilaration and in the adrenaline as it rushed through his blood. This was the perfect drug. Not the marijuana, not the opiates, not the alcohol. He wished for this more than anything else. Running was almost was wonderful as fighting, though he preferred the latter of the two. One never spoke as well as they did with tooth and nail.
He ran until her scent crossed his path. Ezekiel slowed, panting, and lifted his nose to the wind. Tracking Zana was not hard despite her size. Both of them suffered the curse of bright fur and against the snow she stood out across the snow-brushed terrain. A loud coyote yip was offered to alert her of his approach and he slowed, blonde hair tousled and eyes gleaming with exuberance.
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