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     Both arms pushed him onto the ledge, where he rolled over and sat with a heavy exhale. This was more an act then anything else—though slightly out of breath from the cold, Ezekiel was in top form. After a moment to take in the world below, he sun and was on his feet again, tail wagging behind him. This was the first male he had met his age, which was a remarkable thing to a boy that had been raised in isolation (not that this bothered him, of course).
     Tilting his head, a habit that often became present when he was interested in something, the coyote-hybrid smiled. “What are you doing all the way up here?”





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