Sleeping Dragon history is a vat of honey

while clearly truthful, his father's answer was admittedly not the delusional one that ezra'd been hoping for. no, they will not follow us would've been preferable ... but ezra'd learned long ago that life wasn't fair and delusions fed false hope.

which brings to the forefront of his mind: what kind of wolves were the unclean really and truly?

it forces him to realize that he really knows nothing about them: partially his own fault for choosing to stick close to his father and brother.

he preens slightly against the ruffle of the fur atop his head but sobers up in the next moment.

no, i have nothing. he looks to gideon then before his gaze moves back to anselm where it rests. i'm ready.