Obtuse, Guava Juice, Rubber Goose, Chocolate Moose

While Ezekiel wouldn’t normally stick around with a hunting party after a successful hunt, the tracks of a moose close to where they had taken down their first prey was too good of a deal to pass up. He lingers toward the back of the group as they follow the musk of the huge animal, quickly yet silently picking their way across the snowy landscape as they hunt for the one whose tracks can see be plainly seen in the snow.

They travel in silence, each wolf seemingly in their own world as they stalk toward the doomed creature. Saliva pools in his mouth as the anticipation of the blood and death to come makes his heart skip a beat and his eyes flash with deadly delight. Eyes dart over to their leader as the tracks grow fresher and the scent stronger, waiting for her to release the group to go and ‘hunt’.


"Ezekiel Saxe"