The World Will Cry As We Pass By

The sky was cloudless and, in spite of that burning orb hanging high up in the heavens, the snow-covered land is absolutely frigid. If Ezekiel had not been hellbent on finding his missing sister, he may have even stopped to enjoy his surroundings but he does not take the time to notice the small clusters of pine trees and bushes or the way the powder glitters in the sunlight because he is on a mission. While Zeke may not care about most things, there is one wolf in this world that he would absolutely and without hesitation lay his life down for; his sister Ely.

White dipped paws leave heavy tracks in his wake as the dark male stalks through the land, nose working constantly in search of his missing half’s scent. When the young man had found out that his sister had been swept away from their home during a dare, Ezekiel had made certain that those responsible had a very nice reminder of him before setting off after her. It had taken him time and a few months of false hopes before he had found the remnants of her scent up here, in these Northern reaches.

His gaze is hard and unforgiving as he scans the area around him, searching for any trace of Ely. Suddenly, the wind shifts and brings to his nostrils the familiar scent of her. Ezekiel freezes, head shooting up as excitement colors his gaze. Could it really be her? After all this time? Tipping his head back, Zeke sings a call for the only wolf in the world more precious than himself.