03-08-2009, 03:51 PM
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Ezekiel stayed with his father for one particular reason; he was unable to care for both Siobhan and Zana on his own. Now that the older of the two was doing well for herself and Zana nearly to the age where she could learn to forage, he was scouting around the caves to find one suitable. Obviously, he planned on having Siobhan stay with him, given that she needed him. He had found one large enough for both of them as well as storage, and had been busying himself with cleaning out the dead leaves and other scraps from inside.
Now, covered in dust and dirt, he made his way towards the shore. It was here that he spotted his mother, red fur standing out sharply against the no-color sand. Though he was thrilled she was back, he hesitated in approaching. Something was peculiar with her (or perhaps, him) and he wasn’t sure how to treat the woman. She was still and would always be his mother, but there was nothing further for her to give him.
Shaking his head, dreadlocks holding the dirt even tighter, he made his way towards her. [/html]