Everyone's Got a Baby Caribou.

They are a singular unit, moving with the stealth and a precision of a group who have hunted together before and know that they can rely on one another. Ezekiel moves with them, his dark form melding with the long shadows that the cluster of trees throw across the snowy landscape. A herd of caribou lingers in the pine trees, musk and earth melding together and filling the man’s nostrils.

Knees bend as they near, belly almost brushing the powdery snow as his lowers his profile in preparation to attack the herd. Nostrils flare as the caribous scent grow stronger and the man’s duel-toned eyes snap to their leader, waiting for the moment when she will release them to chase and kill. A wild smirk tugs at Zeke’s lips.


"Ely & Ezekiel"