It was good to be home, at least, he thought so. Having been born here, he had developed a natural connection to the northern coastal mountains. However, it seemed to hold a weight more and more he couldn't shake. One of his first thoughts went to raiding Jasmine's herbal storage - oh yeah. When they lost their King they had apparently lost their Queen too. Maybe the only real good Jasmine had done for the pack was birthing it's next leader.

The trio continued their path, Ezra smirking before jumping up and snapping his jaws at one of the curling crows around his Slendermam tall brother. Had they been ravens, he might have wondered of Thought and Memory, here to spy for Odin now that their grandfather was no longer here to taunt. Ezra believed in the gods but also, fuck the gods.

While one bird settled on their's brother's shoulder and others, many others, circled in the distance, Ezra began to quicken his pace, caught in a half charge until the carcass they were feasting on was revealed as - their father. Now, he was just as stiffened as his sister and brother, unable to comprehend in those first moments exactly what they were seeing.

Their grandfather had died and now their father too and longest reigning sentry they had at that. Who would train him now!? Their mother had died, or, at least Ezra would rather suspect that then her having abandoned them. Yet unlike her father and grandfather, no body had been found as any proof and from what Ezra learned from around here, you had to have hard proof someone was dead before you were free to move on without consequences.

Once (and still sometimes) Ezra had thought to dismiss his Kinsey name and now? Well, he wasnt a child of the OG king and his uncles were the litter's closest relates now...You can't change your name every time someone dies on you, Ezra. Sometimes the boy struggled to decide who he was, where he fit... Maybe he would sport both instead.

It was odd that these were the thoughts that swirled through his head. Not how this would effect the pack. Not how they had very quickly become orphans. He was stark stiff as he watched his sister's fit of rage, ripping apart every bird she could get her jaws on. No, he only thought now how this effected him and what he might do because of it. Death for him so very quickly became common song for him. Before he knew it, the siblings at his side would be dead too. His one and only sister. His one and only brother, ever now, it seemed.

We need to get him out of there. He finally rumbled as he began moving towards the slumped form of his sister. Leviathan's body was buried deep in snow, ice and debris from his shoulders down hard packed. He touched his muzzle to Elli's ear and then began to dig.