+3Libri approved some PP; I TRIED to ask you Sie but moved this along without. Left what she said blank, so you can fill that in. :>
Ezekiel had just circled up from the lower half of Inferni, moving on Viggo at a steady trot. With little incident, the coyote had enjoyed the brisk weather. The chestnut stallion snorted steam into the cold air, shaking his head sharply. He was not as fond of the cold weather, and as he constantly complained to the Aquila, ready for spring and the mares. They would certainly have a new bunch of foals, and with that would come the time to breed. Many of his plans for the horses would need discussed with Myrika…
The screaming reached his ears, but he was not alone. Enkiel and Max emerged from the Mansion, ears high and eyes wide. “What’s wrong?” The boy called, but Ezekiel was closing the distance on horseback and reached Myrika first. She was frantic; he heard but did not hear everything and felt a cold terror sink into his belly. The halfbreed boy swore, but a single red hand silenced him.
“Enkiel, with me. Max, you go and prepare the room—the way I showed you. Now!”
The boy was off with a run, and Ezekiel extended on arm to the jackal. The smaller man grasped him with surprising strength and was half-hoisted onto the back of the horse. Once Myrika was on Eira, the Aquila gave her head—a single sharp command was given to both the horses, urging them further. The run was maddening; Viggo was not half-so fast as Eira, but he ran as hard as he was able. Enkiel held to the Aquila tightly, his arms wrapped around the coyote’s waist. Without a saddle, Ezekiel was certain the ride was awful for him.
His brother hailed them, and Ezekiel saw the scene unfold. Halo was wounded, possibly dying, and her son was nearby. Enkiel swore in Arabic, but the panic in his voice was universally understood. They slowed and Ezekiel slid from the big horse, aiding Enkiel as best he was able. The medic rushed to his sister’s side and began to look her over. Oblivion, his tail between his legs and his red eyes wide, rushed forward. Ezekiel scooped him up, ignoring the objections, and looked to Ithiel sharply. “Report,” was all he said.
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