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Ezekiel found them.

In autumn, Zeke and Valette had gone on a scouting trip, in search of a new home for their pack. He remembered the hunt very vividly, he remembered the golden tint of the sunlight on the forest floor as he chased the small doe. He remembered the fall, the ridge that he'd slipped from and fallen, and fallen and fallen. He'd laid there for a few days, broken and unconscious. When he'd come to, he couldn't remember anything. He remembered seeing a dark brown silhouette, a beautiful woman with honey eyes. She haunted his dreams because he knew her, but he couldn't remember who she was.

Confused and hurt, Ezekiel had dragged himself away, unknowingly going further and further from his family. At some point he'd left the Wilds, and on the brink of death, a pack had found him. Their healer nursed him to health, and somehow he was alive. A few days later he remembered them. The Silvertip wolves. His family. He put a name to the face of the woman who'd haunted him. Valette. He put a name to the face of the dark male who walked with him in his dreams. Steady. 

So he slipped away from the pack who'd healed him, in the darkness of a winter night. He travelled back the way he'd come, trying to find his way back home. When at last he made it to Teekon, he was tired and worn. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and he slept only a few hours. He started to go back towards Silvertip Mountain, but on the way there he caught onto the scent of his family. The wolves he knew had been on this trail before. So he turned back and began following that trail, on a whim that perhaps they'd already moved.

Finally he was there. The borders were marked so strongly and there was no mistaking the scents he smelled. There were a few wolves missing, but the ones that mattered most still mingled here. He stood at the border, breathing heavily, so tired and worn now that he could barely stand. He stared blankly out at the meadows ahead of him, the new home of the Silvertip wolves. 

Ezekiel found them.

He let out a howl, a long howl in his low gruff tone. He swayed on his feet for a moment, and then his icy blue eyes began to flutter. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The wind rippled through his silvery grey fur, carrying his scent into the air around him.