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The coyote did not hesitate long before lifting the girl into one arm. She was still young and light to him, and thin from travel. Ezekiel grasped the lead in his other hand, and called to the colt to follow in low-speech. Oblak responded with an echoing whinny. Ezekiel grasped the end of her mane with one hand and hoisted himself onto her back. She snorted and stamped one foot, clearly ready to leave.
As they headed towards the Mansion, Ezekiel began speaking to the girl in his arm. “You stay with us as long as you need,” he commented, blonde hair falling across his eyes. He needed to cut it. “If you want, you can stay forever. We have a few other puppies, and they’d probably like a playmate.” With a squeeze, he quickened the mare to a trot. Despite the bouncy step, Oblak was so wide that Ezekiel was hardly jostled by her movement. It would get them into the warmth of the house sooner, and then he could see to both the girl and the colt. While someone had packed him, he imagined the bindings had begun to rub on his coat and he was underfed.
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