05-28-2009, 01:31 PM
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Tension still raced through his body, fueled by the scuffle with the ring-eyed wolf. Hybrid. The boy had looked more wolf-like then coyote, but by all respects so did his father. What infuriated him was being caught in such an affair. His father had been irritated by the situation and sent Ezekiel off. So he had gone, and the minute he had gotten near the borders started running. He had ran until he reached the mountainside and only then needed to slow down. That had lasted shortly; the boy started climbing the rocky face of the northern peak until he had to stop and regain his breath.
While he sat there, hair fluttering in the wind, he had caught a familiar scent. Instantly the feeling of dread rose in his belly, and he shut his eyes against the sick sensation of vertigo. It’s not him, he began to convince himself. It’s Cwmfen. Eventually, this did settle his nerves. Pushing himself to his feet, the boy began to head east.
It was there he found her, seated on the mountain and looking to the sky. For one instance, Ezekiel hated her. This was an uncharacteristic fault and he pushed it away, advancing slowly. [/html]