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The return from the feast was made quickly once his business had concluded. Ezekiel disliked being far from his home and had no desire to linger. With Oblak packed up, he had left his two companions to do what they needed and traveled north. His speed was easy but taken with the need to get home in mind; Enkiel wanted his herbs and seeds and the Aquila was drained. Rest would be good, and his den sounded lovely by this time.
Yet as he neared Inferni, following the trail he had originally taken, a sharp cry rose. It was not that of an adult coyote but one instead of a child. He turned Oblak sharply and quickened his pace towards the source. To his surprise, there was a girl along with a colt barely old enough to be weaned. The spotted thing whinnied sharply at the appearance of a mare, who echoed this warmly. Ezekiel slid from her back and dropped to meet the girl on his own feet. “Are you alright?” He asked, amber eyes focusing on her with the intensity of a medic—while not as skilled as Enkiel, he was certainly talented enough to cope with field stress.
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