Take a Bite and Let it Linger

The summer has begun to warm the cold reaches of the North and Ezekiel finds himself rising earlier and earlier each day. While he is trying to make his presence known in the growing Saxe group, to show his support of Sephrian and his ideas, all he really wants to do is hover around his sister. Especially now that she was in heat. Zeke is no fool and knows what the second year of life brings and, because of this, he has become extremely protective of his sweet El. He would not allow any of the other males in their band or otherwise to force themselves on her.

Lingering close to their den where he knows El was puttering around, the summons from Aresenn has his eyes snapping to the entrance of their shared den. Would she go to the training and risk alerting the others to the fact that she is in her first heat? As if to answer his question, his siblings gray form is briefly framed in the doorway before she is off and trotting with her tail tucked toward the red male’s call. Giving a low growl to himself, he quickly sets asides the hide he had been cleaning so that can race off after her.

By the time he arrives, there are already several gathered and he watches as El her greets their cousin. Zeke is immediately at her side because he knows that all Saxe seem to have very dark and dangerous appetites and he will not allow them to touch her without her permission first. While his posture protective of his sibling, the gaze that he levels at Sephiran is not aggressive and Ezekiel even dips his head in amicable greeting as his tongue throbs in angry remembrance of their first spar together. Settling in beside El, he offers a nod to everyone else that is gathered before looking to Aresenn and giving the male his undivided attention… or, well, most of it. Zeke keeps El in his peripheral vision so he can make sure that she is safe among these heathens.


"Ezekiel Saxe"