As he looks lovingly at El, the one wolf who is his whole word, Zeke smiles softly. As she explains about how helping Seph is their obligation as a Saxe, he releases a soft chuckle and lifts a paw to caress her cheek while he says,
“You are right, as always. Then we will both help Sephiran build his empire.” A warm smile pulls at his lips as he lifts his head, seeking to capture her lips with his own in a gentle kiss. While Ezekiel, is usually cold and cruel, there is gentleness about him that is only reserved for when he is in the presence of El.
El’s words pull a rumbling laugh from his chest and his forelimbs seek to wrap loosely around her form while he offers her an affectionate nuzzle. Zeke softly says,
“Again, you are correct. Oh, El. I was lost without you.” While his tone is mostly light and teasing, there is a hint of the desperation that he had felt while they been separated, lingering in the back. But the world is right now because she is safe and in his arms and he relaxes back against the ground.
Birds trill in the few pine trees that dot the land around them and the snow slowly melts underneath his back. Yet he pays none of them any mind because he has his El once again. A gentle paw slowly rubs circles in her back as he softly rumbles sounds of happiness, duel-toned eyes slowly closing as he allows himself to enjoy this moment of peace and contentment.
The gods know how few of them they have been allowed. Zeke’s mind slowly relaxes as he continues to try and lull his sister into a similar state, soft happy sounds escaping his mouth every now and then.
"Ezekiel Saxe"
