07-04-2009, 03:58 PM
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He listened. And as he listened, he considered everything she said. While Cwmfen had not been a part of the war, she neither justified nor defended her own pack. Instead, she suggested that it had been avoidable. Perhaps this was true. Ezekiel did not believe that such a thing was possible. Not when he had seen the holy rage in his father’s eyes. Something terrible had happened—something so horrible that Gabriel would not rest.
As she spoke about her own mother, though, he suddenly realized that something had been taken from him. The feeling began to sink deep in his belly, like cold iron, twisting his gut. His eyes went listless and hollow, darkening. Then, vaguely, he heard her ask about his own mother. Ezekiel’s ears flared back and he suddenly shot her a dirty glare. “She’s not here,” he nearly spat, though he was unable to hide the hurt in his voice. “I have to go.” And with a surprising burst of speed, the coyote clambered down the sloping mountainside and back towards Inferni. [/html]