skill: guardian-submitted

Ezra had been left on edge ever since Saga's search party had returned. The woman barely had made it, her pups had been taken. Not to mention, Amunet was also heavy with child by this point, ready to deliver at any given moment, he felt. Although honestly, Ezra didn't know much about pregnancy and births, given his own youth. Having a family, even having a mate, hadn't at all been the path Ezra expected he might walk.

Yet the path of a Sentry was. Jaxxon had commanded more patrolling be in order, heavier forces and less time for relaxing and fucking off inbetween. When Ezra was not with Amunet, he was scouring the outskirts of the misted mountain range. Today, he happened upon the slow, staggering form of Saga.

She was… quite the sight. A ‘mummy’ indeed, patched with web and wrapped in long reeds. Swathed in poultice and mudding. Ezra frowned at the very sight of her, for it reminded him of his own isolation which had been given to him when he had broken his leg as a child. But this was worse, far worse. He couldn't blame her for wanting to get out a bit, get the restlessness and tension out of her limbs. Restrengthen muscles that perhaps, were torn and may not ever fully recover, like his own. She shouldn't be out, but it was rather impressive she was.

Saga… The Harbinger grumbled as he trailed after her. At least let me escort you. He wouldn't fight her about being out, but at least he could be there to catch her if she like, fell over or something.

skill: guardian-submitted

Meanwhile, Ezra hated it. Surely, by now his body had plenty well adapted to the mountain range that was much further south from where he had grown up. However, during the summer months , Ezra still found himself doing his best to cling to the high reaches of the Mistveil mountains where he might find respite from the oppressive heavy moisture in the heated air below. A luxury which he could not afford now, given the fact that his pups had a den further down the peaks where it was flat and safer and the extra work load mint , he could not limit himself to only the highest elevations of their home if he were to be successfully scouring for intruders in their territory.

He kept his irritation of the weather to himself however and found himself quietly swaggering along with his limped walk at the flank of Saga. So much so perhaps she was focused on simply being able to walk straight that Saga didn't notice Ezra coming up to her, causing the flood of hackles, a flash of teeth, an odd noise in her throat and the scampering about to the side as she tried to dart away from him. He froze. His body tensed. His own tackles raising along with his tail and his mouth twitched, eyes hardened. It might have even easily been mistaken for annoyance of her, but if was not. It was…. Jaxxon . It was Nyra. How horribly so did they fail her now, where vengeance had yet to be sought. Not even a single hunting party called to hunt down those who aligned themselves with Joxer. Saga might have deserved Joxer's head for display and pelt on her den floor, yet she received nothing.

Sorry. Came his own apology under a murmur of breath and he found himself casting his own bloodied red gaze aside and on to the forest floor near her peachy burned paws. He wondered if those burns came from the forest fires years back when he was just a pup and his mother had him and his siblings skirt around the blazes on their way to visit Jakten their uncles for the first time. Once, when the brothers were one. It may always… He frowned and found himself now looking to his own front foot of the leg which still he limped on. The pain seemed to come and go at will, the strength would never be the same as the other three. Still, since Amunet, he had placed his addiction in herbal treatments instead onto her it seemed.