The weight had built up more and more despite his best efforts to be happy here. Vinatta was everything the man had ever wanted from a pack and more, but there was still that gaping hole in his life. He wasn’t sure how much Lilin knew about his pre-Hillsburn life, but with no one to talk about the pain Ever threw at him in over a year, his brain was slowly festering into a cynical hate machine, and it was killing him. This wasn’t the man he used to be.
He came to Lilin because she was the only one here who saw him happy in the past two years, even if that happiness was short-lived. For those short months he was in a drug-induced haze and the only worries he had back then was drying more marijuana in Barry’s garage so there’d be more to go around at the next party. That life had left as quickly as it came, and Ezra missed it terribly.
Lilin’s home came into view quickly, and he could see a dark figure darting around the window. Ezra smiled, and trotted to the door, and scratched it with his massive paws to get his friend’s attention. He barked a friendly hello, one that requested a hang-out.
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