Whispers Of Unrest

Purple clad ears are perked, locked onto his sister’s voice as he waits to hear what her plan is for unfucking her life. Zeke will always stand beside her, no matter what happens or what questionable decisions she makes but, right now, she has to decided what action she wishes to take in this situation. Tail curls around his hips as he sits before her, face blank as he patiently waits, listening to her mumble about wishing their mother was here and that causes one dark brow to cock in silent surprise.

There is no love lost between him and the matriarchal figure from his childhood but he does understand where that statement comes from because, for all her faults, their mother was a woman of action. Head tilts as he listens to her speak, allowing his sister the time she needs to voice the issues she is struggling with. His features are passive, showing no hint of emotions as she finishes, questioning what he thinks about the pups having running away to be with their father and finally, asking what she should do.

Jaw clinches as he processes her words, mulling over the options that lay before them and the missing pups that belong here in the Syndicate. No matter he looks at it, all paths lead back to one option and, with steel in his duel-toned eyes, Ezekiel meets her gaze and says, “We fight.” Silence fills the space around him as he looks her dead in the eye and says, “Those pups belong here. It doesn’t matter what has happened, they need to come home. Now, when I say fight, I don’t mean with teeth and claws. No, we fight with passion and compromises.”

Head gives a curt nod as he slowly forms a plan and lays it out for them, “We go to Seph and tell him what has happened and your intentions to get those pups back. Then, together, we go to the Raiders and carefully negotiate the release of your children back to their home. While we do not need a war, we will not let them take what is ours without a fight.” Ice edges his voice as he thinks of his nieces and nephews in another land, with strangers that were not their blood… and it makes him sick to his stomach.

However, this is Ely’s mess and, while he voiced the actions he wishes to take, the final decision comes down to her. With a smirk, Ezekiel adds, “We should fight for what is ours.” and leaves it at that.


"Ely & Ezekiel"