Since being reunited with his other, better half, Ezekiel has slowly been settling into a new life with her. While he has heard that there they have a cousin (or three) living close by, he hasn’t yet sought them out because… well, he has just time to be with El. They are two halves of one soul and being separated from his sister had been pure torture for the young man. Reuniting with her meant had soothed that deep ache in his soul that the distance had caused and he has spent every moment he can lovingly doting over his precious El.
Today he has wander further into the valley in search of special meal for her and has tracked a herd of elk some distance away from where they have set up a temporary den. Nostrils flare as he hides in the shadows of the tall trees, keen eyes watching a mother begin her labor. Saliva pools in his mouth as he pictures presenting the dead newborn to El and feasting with her on the new, tender morsel. Suddenly, a summons dashes all of his wonderfully, delicious ideas. There are two voices that he does not know, weaving a call that the young man has every intention of ignoring until his sister’s voice calls for him shortly after.
Zeke is off and running before the elk even have time to realize and scatter, the mother and soon-to-be newborn never knowing how close they came to having their lives stolen that day. Legs churn as he races across the distance, his pace devouring the gap between him and his sibling with little effort. He arrives, skidding to a halt, just in time to watch his sister saunter up to the tall purple male. Where she is elegant and the picture of grace, he is all sharp edges and elbows. His fur falls flat and his mouth pulls into a smirk as he allows his blue and purple gaze to roam over the gathered wolves as he moves to join El.
A soft rumble of greeting is given to his sister as he continues to look over the others and offers,
“I am Ezekiel Saxe. Ely’s brother.” It is all he offers besides a small dip of his head before settling onto the ground, seating himself so that El can join him and lean into him when she wishes to. Nose twitches slightly as he takes in the scents of those gathered, noting them for future reference.
"Ezekiel Saxe"
