It’s been... years, really, since he’d been apart of any lasting civilization. Throughout his life he lingered among thresholds of the living; joined a few cults, sacrificed some virgins, flocked some hippies, the works. He had rather an abhorrence for the crude creatures which slunk around the planet — call it a remnant from his childhood angst.
But there he was. It was funny, in a way. Ezra pressed his paws into the unforgiving sands of the harshly chilled landscape, feeling a little vulnerable out in the open like he was. The scent border was easy to find, the help of the wind there or not. It rustled around his ears, telling him whispered tales; warnings. Ezra’s mouth twisted into a mischievous smile. Fuck it — he was here to join.