They had finally made it. The small band of wolves had finally settled down, established their own, and were a proper pack now. He had to give Saul all the credit; that man had proved very quickly to be a leader that was trustworthy and had the group’s best interests in mind. He respected the man, and even though Ezra wasn’t prone to take orders from someone younger than him, Saul was one of a select group of individuals Ezra would allow that to occur.
The husky hybrid duo headed up with the group to their newfound territory; Ezra let Eli take the horse’s reigns for the first time so he could learn. He was old enough mentally to learn, but he still hadn’t shifted (Ezra waited with bated breath every day… it should happen soon…) and therefore could not use the stirrups. Ezra still sat in front though, with his son by his side. The group finally made it to their land, and the optime man dismounted from Petra, hoping to unpack his family’s few belongings quickly. Saul finally spoke and Ezra smiled at his friend, glad to be done riding. “I’m happy to be home,” he said quietly. And he truly was; he knew this would be a good place for Eli and he knew they would be happy here. After almost a year of roaming, he knew it was time to settle down. If only Barry were here, he thought longingly, missing his mocha friend. But he was needed elsewhere, and sad thoughts were not for the present. He gave Saul and Lilin quick grins before unpacking his horse’s saddlebags, peering at each house, wondering which one him and his son would take.
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