In any other instance the calico wolf's aggression would have been met with a pleased Ezra. Yet his ignorance in not knowing who Vitus was and more specifically, who he was to Ezra, made his downfall.

A Kinsey walks where they please on their family land. Ezra came to spat with arrogance as he strut from the same forestry from which the other had come. As Executioner, the outskirts of the territory was predominately where Ezra lingered, much as he had with his position of Sentry within Northfall.

Sometimes Ezra missed the mountains, the crisp clean air, the feasts, the tournaments, the chill in his bones which caused a pain in his leg and reminded him he was still very much alive. Yet even those the Mistveil forests had more of a musky, damp stench about them, the mists and much more darker portions held a certain corrupt haunting air Ezra had become fond of.

Passing by the Voidwalker with a crinkle in his snout, Ezra comes to stand before the spidery form of his brother. His howl and now his expression, revealing unrest. Whats happen? When did anyone ever come with good news anymore?