Ravensblood Forest My new favorite place

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Ezekiel was once again woken from almost rest to the sound of a huff. This happened quite often in Teekon Wilds. Something he missed about the bluff. Back there, wolves knew not to mess with him, and waking him up was out of the question. Here, nobody knew him or what he'd done, which he didn't mind. But being known sometimes had its benefits. He pushed himself up, muscles straining themselves to bring him to his own feet. The famine really had taken a toll on the Manchester. He couldn't wait till the foliage and prey returned to the land.

When he saw the other wolf, a ghostly white male with fur bristling, he took a defensive position. Ezekiel wasn't about to get ambushed by some stranger. He would fight if that's what this guy wanted. What do you want? He asked, faint agitation in his voice.