Make it right

Ezra found himself grinning even as Ithaca introduced herself. Her whole demeanor was so unlike anyone else he had met, but she was so incredibly charming that it was hard to not be drawn right to her. "It’s good to meet you too, miss Ithaca," he replied, his tail wagging behind him while they moved deeper into the cave. It turned out to not be a super exciting cave - it wasn’t very deep and they didn’t encounter any other animals or anything that had already made it home. It was a nice sized cave though and if they didn’t live in a literal castle he could see this being a good place to live too.

He looked back toward the way they came when she pointed out that a snow storm was coming and he could see the little shadows of the big snow flakes just beginning to fall through the light that was filtering in from outside. He certainly wasn’t surprised - it snowed almost every day these days. It wouldn’t make for a very nice walk home though. He was glad when she suggested that they might wait it out here and he looked back to her with a grin and a nod. He didn’t really want to walk through the snow storm and he wasn’t really ready to leave her yet either.

"Yeah! Definitely!" he replied enthusiastically when she asked about him helping her gather some wood for a fire. He had never been this excited for what would normally be a chore, but the way she had asked made a big difference. She wanted his help - not for him to do it. He glanced at the bag she had left on the floor before turning and following her back outside to track down that dried tree she had seen before.

He didn’t know why it surprised him when she immediately began to pull off some of the branches herself. It wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of strong women around him back in The Hallows. Maybe it was just the fact that he had been raised with all these ideas of how he was supposed to be helping and protecting and doing everything he could for his mother and siblings. He was the “big brother” so to speak and he had kind of put it in himself to do things for them. Ithaca clearly didn’t operate that way though and it felt like a relief.

He grinned and chuckled when she commented on how it was good that he was big and he replied, "Well, I’m glad it’s useful for something!" He reached up the tree trunk then, climbing a bit with his front paws on the bark to reach the branches further up more easily. He bit and crunched through the dried wood pretty easily, his overly sharp, serrated teeth making quick work of it. Pretty soon there was a nice pile of wood beside him and he hopped down to start getting it into a neater pile so it would be easier to carry back.

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