[/html]So he was right. Ezra knew a lot about where she came from, then, because he was from even higher up north. He came from a long line of sled dogs who, after the humans were wiped out, bred with the local wolves that were crazy and believed in insane delusions. Ezra had ventured through Quebec many times when he was younger, and he stayed there for a particularly long time once he left his family to start a new life. It was damn cold up there.
"It's only going to get hotter," he said with a grin. She must be very delicate, or heat sensitive. "I knew a weaver once," he said nostalgically, thinking of the Kingdom's second-in-command. "But I don't really wear clothes, so I never thought of learning. Good idea. I'm Ezra, by the way, Hollr of Vinatta," He said proudly. It was wonderful to think that he had a new pack to rely on. He knew this was the best choice he could have ever made. He was finally home.
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