yeah she wanna fuck with me

The cold of the north does not bother Zeke, in fact, the young man actually finds it comforting. Paws quietly pick their way onward, nose pulling in the scents of nearby prey as he goes. On the breeze is the familiar scent of their pack and he quickly adjusts his course to intercept the other hunter that is in the area.

Quietly, Ezekiel moves through the land, careful to keep downwind of the herd of musk ox that seems to be their target. Moving toward the purple woman, the young man comes to stop close to her, eyeing the herd of ox before casting his duel-toned eyes over to the female. With an incline of his head and a lifted brow, he silently questions if they will be going in.


"Ezekiel Saxe"