07-07-2009, 06:14 PM
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Since Siobhan’s departure, Ezekiel had completely cleaned out his den. Any and all trace of the white coyote were gone. Now it was lined with tall grass and items stolen from the mansion—a set of knives, a blanket, and the collection of books he had long-been acquiring. Though he was trained and built for the Hydra position, Ezekiel continued his medical practice diligently. He was not able to work on much, but did what he could. These things kept him content when the solitude hit. Perhaps for this reason he worked himself to exhaustion.
After crisscrossing the areas that he expected to find Cwmfen in, only to turn up empty handed, he was returning home. His stomach was rumbling, and he intended to find some source of nourishment. This plan was interrupted by a peculiar noise, one that made his ears swivel to the top of his head and the fur along his shoulders to stand on end. Except the sound was unnatural, and not similar to the one that rattlesnakes actually made. The wind, after all, was not strong enough for such a thing.
What he found was a sight that made his head cock almost humorously to the side. The girl he had found months ago was carving a piece of bone amongst hanging rattlesnake tales. And, perhaps most curious of all, she had barely grown since he had seen her last. “Zana?” [/html]