10-16-2009, 01:09 PM
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It was in that briefest glance backwards to Snake when the boy had spoken that Hezekiah caught a look that was redolent of the same grimace he had seen a few times before. But he refused to make the connect why though it flickered through the murk at the back of his head like a fish beneath the film. But aside from that brief acknowledgement, he knew better than to query any further about the matter; Snake had already said that he didn’t understand family. Hezekiah didn’t think he really did either, but only because he had never been apart of one really. Inferni, on the other hand, was very much a family. While they had been inducted into its ranks, sewn loosely into the fold that made up their handiwork quilt, they hadn’t solidified themselves well enough to feel entirely apart of it.
For Hezekiah, he felt that was certain to change; he had no intentions of leaving Inferni in the near future. He was far from nomadic and despite the atypical coyote nature to generally be a less than overly social creature, he felt like he belonged a little bit more to them than he did to anything else. Belonging mattered, regardless of the personality. Everyone wanted to belong. So for the next few minutes as the silence grew between them, the caves came closer and closer into view, speckled and dotted with a few scraggly trees that had seen better days. They needed no introduction and his pace came to a slow halt at their general location.
“Well,” he said, turning back to Snake, “this is it.” They had reached the caverns that he had promised to show him and he had done what he was say he would do, so that didn’t really leave too much else to do that Hezekiah could think of. “If you don’t want to pick one out for yourself, I can help you find one,” he offered, though he firmly believed that Snake was capable of doing the task himself. Since he had travelled to get there, chances were that he was already familiar with what it took to find a shelter, or so he assumed. Hezekiah on the other hand, had a rather poor choice of home.
But he wasn’t there that much, anyway.