Ezra had promised Jaxxon he would keep an eye on his hoard of kids (the ones he was aware of at least) the best he could. At least until they were more than capable enough to defend their own. So when the world started shaking and great ruptures torn open the earth leaving chasms of glowing blue, Ezra had a mind to stay a bit closer guard.

Typically, Ezra hadnt much the same touch with children as his aunt Wardruna and pup-sitting had never before been his thing. He would stay at a good distance. Making sure they were okay and once their mothers or sisters came back around, he would be on his way. But now the moment one of them shouted out (and with his native tongue, no less) that he was going rune hunting, Ezra immediately perked up from the brush where he had been resting, eyes closed, merely listening to their chatter from in the den.

Eigi án mín ert þú eigi. (Not without me, your not.) Came a Grumble from his lips as he hauled himself up off the ground and went trotting after the two run-aways.