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Ezra followed the trail that was Pollux. One which would eventually come to linger with the heavy scent of his uncle. Ezra hadn't seen the man's den before. Hadn't created his own yet and wasn't sure he would either. So much was still very new. So much to learn in these mountains, far from the ones of his birth.

Still, the familiarity of stone under his footing was soothing enough. Despite his fall, Ezra didn't shy from the heights of the world. If anything, he had grown more defiant of them then before.

His ears perked when the sound of his name was heard, the behemoth form of Pollux in the opening of the den mouth ahead, moving further in to meet her father. Ezra grumbled low, announcing himself as he came. Not that it was much needed, with both his heavy footing and heavy limp.

Angry. The boy murmurs, pausing as he draws near the cavern opening. Feel angry. More of a certainty then but maybe not the best advice either. My mother's gone, the King's dead and when we returned home from our last visit here, it was to the face of our father frozen - crushed in an avalanche. He wanted no sympathy from them, but he wanted Jaxxon to know that Ezra understood the pain which he suffered now.

He could come back... A change of tone then, another whisper on his lips. I've seen it. Wolves appearing falling from the sky and others blinking from existence in an instant. His muzzle quivering with detest. This world is a God's board game. And they were the little pieces they played.