<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Ezekiel was having the time of his life, his paws ground dirt as he yipped and jumped around. It had been too long since he had been able to do this with a free conscience. <br/>
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He was beginning to grow tired, the adrenaline finally wearing off. As he slowed down, reaching the edge of the forest that led back to his ship, a sea breeze flew into Ezekiel's still snouted face. His nose flew to the air, wiggling as he took in a strange scent, a foreign scent coming from the direction of his ship. He wasn't a hundred percent sure if it was from his ship, but he wasn't one to take chances. With new found speed, Ezekiel raced to his ship, nose looking for the scent. It was definitely on his boat, as as he followed it he found himself at the door to his cabin. Not wanting to break anything, Ezekiel changed back into a normal man, rolling his shoulders as he stretched. He slipped in, quietly closing the door behind him as his eyes landed on a young spiritly women gazing up his personal treasure hoard. Saying nothing, he leaned against his door remaining in the shadows, arms and legs crossed as he waited to see what she would finally chose.</span></span></span>