September 29, 2024, 12:57 PM
ezra is tired, he can feel it in the heaviness of his limbs. this is the most he's travelled in all of his short life and though he is persistent in his determination to find gideon and anselm there lingers with it the consideration that when they found them ( because hope is a vicious plaguing thing that refuses to leave ) he was going to sleep for at least three days.
his steps pause as he moves to stand beside his mother, their approach to the pack's borders stilling when they reach what had always been assumed a respectful distance away.
his mother howls, asking after gideon and ezra's golden gaze is steady on the treeline within the territory, scouring. hoping against all that his brother and father might appear to greet them.
his steps pause as he moves to stand beside his mother, their approach to the pack's borders stilling when they reach what had always been assumed a respectful distance away.
his mother howls, asking after gideon and ezra's golden gaze is steady on the treeline within the territory, scouring. hoping against all that his brother and father might appear to greet them.
currently: healing from wolverine claw marks on his nose that trail down to and past his lips on the right side of his muzzle ( these wounds will scar ) 1
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RE: yiron - by Ezra - September 29, 2024, 12:57 PM