Stone Circle Awoken from a fog

Ezra didn’t remember his father, hell he could barely even remember his name, but he had always figured he had gotten his looks and stature from his sire and the past few weeks had turned that theory into something more definite. He had grown extraordinary quickly and had easily outgrown his sisters and mother, so the only logical explanation, at least in Ezra’s mind, was that his father had a large part to play genetics wise. 

“I’ve been good” he answered, tail brushing lightly at his hocks. He hadn’t been up to much and since he wasn’t exactly the type to find himself caught up with drama, there wasn’t really much to share. “Heat?” he questioned, heat tilting ever so slightly while his ears perked up. What the heck was that?