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         Ezra

Ezra noticed the intimidating she-wolf returned. Though what she returned with surprised him. Instead of his satchel, she returned with two strangers. Strangers who appeared to be able to hasten his healing. They must be Aven, they weren't too far from the Acacia Woods. It would be easy for them to simply walk into their borders from here. Either she did that, or she found them beyond their borders. Whatever the case Ezra was grateful. The one who introduced herself as Skye, volunteered to aid him. While the other Aven seemed content to supervising. Speaking off, he was surprised to hear she was a hybrid.

Ezra has heard of interpack mingling. While he hasn't really anything against it, he knows some wolves are disturbed by it. Those purist-pedigree types, always so close minded. After she licked his wounds, he began to feel better. The herbs from earlier, mixed with the natural healing abilities of the Aven, began to seep past his wounds. It burrowed itself into his damaged muscles, bones, and tissue. It would take more rest, but for the main part he'll live. He looked towards Skye, "Yes, thank you." He then turned the black she-wolf, "And thank you as well." He spoke.

"I appreciate all that you have done for me." Ezra spoke addressing the entire group. He laid their as he took another breath. His mind wandering back to the scene of the attack. It was difficult to forget. Just how did it go so wrong?


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Meanwhile...

An outpost made from the earth sat in the barren and rocky lands. There a group of Dimitrios plotted with an unknown group of wolves. The very same Dimitrios that attacked Ezra's operation. They sat around a stone table as the, obvious, head of the group spoke, "How much longer til our scouts return?" Asked the Head. "Well sir with the rain, it has washed much of the scent away." "It will be very difficult for them to pick anything up." Spoke a Dimitrios. "Dammit!" "What happened to following him!?" The Head spoke outraged. "Well sir, the Tenneth put up a bigger fight than we thought." "After we caught them and interrogated them, they gave us nothing." Spoke the wolf. The Head growled. "Damn Tenneth!" "They've been on our borders for months now!" Pushing further into our territory!" "We needed headway!" He shouted.

"Calm down Taron, it isn't over." Spoke an uncomfortably smooth voice. "Well Felonious, I will calm once I have Ezra!" He barked. "Hey, hey no need to bark at us." "After all we did tell you about this shindig." Felonious cooed. "Yes and the Dimitrios thank you for stopping their secret meeting, but!" "But, Ezra isn't going to be a problem." Felonious interrupted. "He is lost and alone, probably even injured." Felonious spoke. "He isn't going to get far, you'll find him sooner than you would expect." Felonious spoke reassuringly. "How can you be so sure?" Taron asked. "Well you killed off his friends, attacked him, and left him to deal with that." "I'm sure that will shake up most wolves." "Unless he absolutely doesn't care about his comrades." Felonious spoke. "Also you sent scouts in all directions, I'm sure he will be yours soon enough." Felonious spoke with a devious smirk.

         Ezra

How long has it been? What was mere moments seemed like an eternity. The smell of the lush forest just beyond him invaded the senses. It soothed him, though the rest of him unresponsive. The pain of the previous engagement forced his body to shut down. Conserve it's strength for healing. Though time seemed remote it was the sudden growl that brought him to the present. Slowly opening his eyes, as if using the last reserves of his strength to lift some great weight. His eyelids felt heavy and laden as they opened. His sight was blurry at best but what he saw was undeniable. A large black wolf stood above him.

What he assumed to be male, was soon discovered to be female. Upon his eyes focusing themselves to gain greater clarity. The she-wolf caused him to inhale in anticipation. The expansion of his chest pained him as he took a breath. His chest bone must be broken. Upon assessment of his body, he was in pain but no internal injuries were felt. Though he knew he had several broken bones besides his snapped back right leg. He ached and scratches were left with open wounds. He fought to keep his eyes open. They kept closing and opening as Ezra looked upon the menacing wolf.

Resisting the temptation to fade again, Ezra painfully spoke one word. "Please..." then followed a small whine as the pain of speaking welled in his chest. He could not speak another word, for fear of the pain would be too great. Great enough he would pass out again. Leaving him to whatever fate the world has. His eyes closed again apparently to heavy to keep open. Though Ezra worked to maintain consciousness. Keeping his breaths small and short. He would live for the moment. So long as he laid there. Any further moment and his luck of having no internal injuries will be a fantasy. No he would have to lay there an heal, though he would most likely starve to death before that happens. That or his injuries will give way to some awful infection, unless the large she-wolf decides to put him out of his misery.

Ezra could only hope his plea would appeal to the mysterious wolf in some way. For now her growl revealed to him no great truth. Her intentions unknown. Ezra felt only apprehension. Her growl could signal a threat of further aggression. Or perhaps disgust or disdain. For now Ezra was at the mercy of this stranger. One could only pray to the Gods for resolution, whether it be aid or harm.

         Rowan was quite pleased with the results. "I suppose you could see it that way." Rowan remarked to Widget's smug comment. He looked at the blueprints and called for some of his men to take them away. The Boraks entered and picked up the blueprints. "Careful with those!" "I need these devices out in the field, and I can't have em ruined!" He barked. The Boraks became gentle with the prints as they whisked them away. Rowan then looked at Widget. "Well that would be useful." "Send them to the barracks if possible." Rowan spoke as he began to leave.

"Hello Doom." He sneered. "Bane." She spoke. "Come for a device to help you fight...oh wait your not fighting are you?" "You need something to help speak for you?" Rowan then chuckled. "Trust me you would need that more than I." Shimmer remarked. Rowan only growled, "Well if you spent less time insulting and more time recruiting...we'd have some allies by now." Rowan spat. "Well if your quite done Rowan I have business to discuss." Shimmer spoke. Rowan only snorted, "I'll be finished as soon as I see you finished" Rowan spat. Shimmer then barked, "You'll never see such a day!" "Now leave my presence!" She shouted. Rowan only scoffed as he left her alone to Widget. Shimmer looked over to her.

"Excuse my...colleague." Shimmer spoke in a low growl. "You may have heard of me as I have heard of you." "Introductions aside, I am curious if you would be interested in...a business opportunity?" Shimmer spoke being direct. She hadn't much patience for beating around the bush. She awaited to hear an initial interest.

         It was a gloomy day. The clouds hanged over head, lingering like a bad illness. It was in this nondescript land, far from the battlefield, where the meeting would take place. Some of the Alva were convinced to leave the Valley and come onto neutral ground. It was here the Tenneth and the Dimitrios would meet them. But so far only The Tenneth arrived. Ezra stood amongst his fellow Fire Wolves. Members of an entourage, meant to escort and protect Ezra. Whereas Ezra is meant to speak on their behalf. To convince the Alva to align themselves with the Tenneth. He was rather uncomfortable that day. A smell lingered in the air that reeked of misfortune.

Yet the keen of mind, wolf disregarded it as being anxious. He has heard of the Alva, a pack of fierce warriors. Having them would greatly benefit anyone in this war. A fact Ezra has his own opinions about. The Tenneth just want more warriors, particularly the Alva to muscle through the Dimitrios Defense. Something that has constantly stopped them. Still he wasn't the only one nervous. His fellows were also mumbling amongst themselves. Speaking of worries about the war. "I hope this goes alright." Spoke one of them. "Yeah, no kidding." Answered another. "Too long we've been talking about an allegiance." "It needs to happen soon." Spoke a wolf. "Yeah, haven't you heard that the Ausi are gonna join the Dimitrios!" One of them entered the conversation with a exclamatory hush. "No they aren't...are they?" The second wolf asked. "Nah, not officially anyway...but they've been talking." Spoke the first one.

"What of?" Asked the second. "Well I heard they're going forward with the pact." Spoke the third. "Yeah, though nothings final." Spoke the first. "I hope so." Spoke the fourth. "Because if they do we really need the Alva to agree with us." He continued to comment. "Well the Alva aren't exactly that easy to talk to." Spoke the third. "Yeah well that's why Ezra's here." "Right Ezra?" Spoke the second. Ezra looked over the chatting Tenneths. He only nodded. There was much on his mind. As they came to the rendezvous they need only wait for the others.