Whispers Of Unrest

The den is well known to Ezekiel, the den where his sister had given birth to his nieces and nephews, and he slows as he approaches the opening, feeling his sister’s distress long before he even lays eyes on the opening. Features had been pinched, serious, deadly but he stops and makes great effort to relax them so as not to cause Ely any further stress.

Taking a deep breath, he steps up to the fur that separates thos den from the rest of the world and gently pushes it aside, rumbling out her name softly, “El? Do you have a moment to talk?” Gentle, that is what he is trying to go for because she doesn’t need any harsh words or degrading comments. No, right now, they need to hash out their plans and figure out how to get back what is rightfully theirs.


"Ezekiel Saxe"