Whispers Of Unrest

While he tries to be gentle, for Ely’s sake, his sister’s sharp voice bites back at him. A smirk tugs at his lips as he enters the den, proud that she can at least acknowledge that things really have become fucked up and he comes to a stop before her. With a softer look, she concedes that they can talk and he dips his head in acknowledgement and settles his haunches before beginning to say his piece, “Well, yes. Things are, as you say ‘fucked up’ in many aspects of your life. However, I know you are not a quitter and I came to ask, what our plan of action is going to be.”

It is simple, things got out of paw but, together, they can straighten things out. The Saxe are strong, determined, and they do not take lightly the taking of what is rightfully theirs. And, if the Raiders really had forcibly taken what they should not have touched, then there will be hell to pay.

At least that is one thing Ezekiel can make certain of.


"Ezekiel Saxe"