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Saga - OT Wolf Brother | Rebels AU

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Raissa Baiard, Jul 5, 2018.

  1. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Title: Wolf Brother
    Author: Raissa Baiard
    Timeframe: Saga, 5 BBY, during Rebels Season 1
    Genre: AU
    Characters: the crew of the Ghost
    Synopsis: Following one of Kanan’s premonitions, the Ghost’s crew encounters a strange child on the plains of Lothal.

    Thanks to @Findswoman for beta reading @};-

    Wolf Brother

    Thunder rumbled across the prairie. The sky was a sullen greenish-gray and lightning flickered among the clouds, promising that a storm was on its way. The perfect night, Zeb thought, to have a nice, big mug of hot tarine tea and play a game of dejarik with Chopper while listening to the sound of the rain against the Ghost’s hull.

    At least it should have been, except that Kanan got one of his Jedi premonition things that there was something hugely important out here in the middle of nowhere—he’d been maddeningly vague on exactly what it was, as usual. And so, instead of spending a quiet evening snug aboard the ship, he was out here with Hera prowling through the grassland to the east of the Ghost, while the others took the west side, searching for this whatever-it-was—and, Zeb thought as another bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, probably going to get electrocuted in the process. He scrubbed a hand over the fur on his neck that was standing up from the electricity in the air. “D’ya ever wonder why the Force always picks times like this to send Kanan off on one o’ its wild bantha chases?”

    Next to him, Hera put down her macrobinoculars and frowned. “You can always go back to the Ghost with Chopper if you’re scared.”

    “I’m not scared!” Zeb bridled. Lasat, and particularly Honor Guards, did not get scared. He was, perhaps, a touch uneasy. “It’s just...the sky looks like it’s gonna pour mookas and tookas any minute and we’re all out here lookin’ for who knows what, who knows where, all because Kanan got some twitchy Jedi feeling…”

    “Shh!” Hera waved him quiet and pointed towards a rocky outcropping about fifteen meters from them. “There’s something over there!” The tall grass at the stone’s base rustled and Zeb saw what she’d been pointing at.

    There was a boy crouched in the tall grass.

    He was a scruffy-looking kid, maybe in his early teens, thin and wiry. He wore an oversized sleeveless tunic of indeterminate color belted at the waist with a piece of rope, and ragged pants that were cut off at the knees. His feet were bare. His long, dark hair had been pulled back into an untidy queue, straggling strands hanging down into his eyes, and his eyes—so blue they were almost lambent in the twilight—were the quick, bright eyes of a wary wild creature.

    Hera gasped and exchanged a startled look with Zeb. He knew what she was thinking; there were no towns for kilometers around, not even a farm, and no sign of ships or vehicles. So how had the kid gotten there? Where was he from? Who was he? And Hera being Hera, she didn’t wait to see if the kid had any weapons, but took a step towards him, calling out, “Hello? Are you all right?”

    The boy rose, standing on ungainly legs, and took half a step forward as he peered at them in the gloomy half-light. “Heh… loh…?” He pronounced the syllables carefully, as if their shape was unfamiliar to him, and wrinkled his nose at the sound of his own voice. “Hello?” he repeated, a bit less uncertainly. “Hello.”

    “Can we help you?” Hera took several more steps forward; Zeb recognized the mother avian look on her face and suspected she’d just found her newest project. He tagged along behind her just in case the kid was as wild as he looked. “Are you here alone?” she asked as she approached the boy.

    He considered this for a moment, then shook his head and gestured behind him. And suddenly, there were yellow eyes peering out of grass where there had been none before. A pair of shaggy creatures slowly emerged from the shadow of the standing stone—out of the rock itself, it seemed—giant canids, one gray and one white, taller than the boy, almost as tall as Zeb himself. They flanked the boy, looming over him, and their pointed muzzles were long enough that they could easily have snapped his head off. Zeb had never seen anything like the creatures—no one had seen them in hundreds of years—but he knew what they were: Loth-wolves.

    “Karabast!” he swore, unslinging his bo-rifle from where it hung on his back. “Hera, look out! Get down, kid!”

    The boy’s eyes grew large as Zeb leveled his rifle at the white wolf. “No!” he shouted, leaping in front of it, his arms thrown wide. “No, not hurt! Not hurt!” He turned, reaching up and put his arms around the white wolf’s neck while the gray one laid its muzzle against the boy’s shoulder. He buried his face in the wolf’s ruff and looked up defiantly at Zeb. “My… family.”

    “Your family? The Loth-wolves are your family?” Hera looked as astonished as Zeb felt as the gray wolf nuzzled the boy’s face affectionately as a pet mooka. The white wolf stared balefully at Zeb until he lowered his weapon.

    The boy laid a hand on the gray wolf’s muzzle and leaned forward to press his forehead against it, smiling. “Yes. I…” He paused, considering carefully, as if he was searching for long forgotten words. “I wolf brother.” The boy shook his head and made a noise somewhere between a bark and a rueful laugh. “I not talk this way for…” Here, he spread his hands, gesturing expansively “… long time. Hard.” The gray wolf whined softly and nudged the boy’s shoulder with its nose. He sighed and rested his head on the wolf’s furry shoulder for a minute before turning to Hera imploringly. “You help? You...Jedi? I need find Jedi.”

    Karabast! Zeb jolted at hearing the word “Jedi” from this scruffy, feral child. On the one hand, Kanan’s freaky Jedi coincidences and not-coincidences had almost lost the power to surprise him by now. On the other hand… karabast!

    Hera’s lekku twitched as she glanced sidelong at Zeb, the same amazement he felt reflected in her eyes. “Yes,” she answered slowly. “Yes, I can help you find the Jedi.” She pulled her comlink from her coverall pocket and clicked it on. “Kanan, I think we’ve found what you’re looking for.”

    To be continued…
     
  2. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

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    Nice start, Raissa! I enjoyed how you set a wonderful scene even through Zeb's cranky eyes. His back and forth with Hera was great as was the the Mowgli-esque arrival of Ezra and his Loth-wolf family.

    Now why would the 'wolf brother' be looking for a Jedi and visa versa. :D [face_thinking]
     
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  3. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

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    You started another one... and it's wonderfully fascinating! I could picture the entire scene! =D= =D= LOL I am so with Zeb on what are we doing out here on a stormy night when we could be snugly inside? :rolleyes:

    This variation of Ezra will prove to be as entertaining as the original I see, as he needs to be acclimated to Jedi ways as well as just being around people again. @};-
     
  4. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Force Ghost star 6

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    Hm, Mogli meets SW and I am interested immediately. But this is perhaps also due to my love for the original "Elf Quest" comic series. The Wolf Rider tribe is my favourite.

    Expect me back when my holidays are over.
     
  5. CaraJinn

    CaraJinn Jedi Knight star 2

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    *following this one * The story is promising, I just didn't expect wolf brother to be Ezra.
     
  6. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Thanks, Brodie! Glad you’re enjoying it so far. :) Pairing Zeb and Hera up here was kind of fun, because she’s the most trusting and nurturing of the group, the one who immediately sees wolf!Ezra as a child who needs taken care of, while Zeb is in a lot of ways the most practical, who immediately sees the wolves things that need blasted. As to why this wolf brother and a Jedi need to find each other...it’s probably fair to say that the Force is behind their meeting.

    Thanks! This was supposed to be a vignette in a series of featuring AU versions of Ezra, but it kind of grew past vignette and into a two part short story...and looks like it may grow past that! I’ve found this version of Ezra really intriguing (ok, yes, I find all versions of him intriguing—but this one has wolves AND Ezra! [face_love] :ezra:)
    You and Brodie have hit the nail on the head comparing this Ezra to Mowgli. When @Ewok Poet and @Findswoman and I were discussing the Loth-wolves the idea of a sort Star Wars meets The Jungle Book occurred to me. It’s one of my favorite books and I love the Disney movie (though it bears only passing resemblance to the book) and the recent “live action” version added some interesting bits with the wolves
    Thanks, CaraJinn! Glad to see you here and hope you’ll continue to enjoy it.
     
  7. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Sometimes Kanan hated it when the Force’s vague promptings that something important was going to happen turned out to be right. Looking at the boy Hera and Zeb had discovered and the Loth-wolves that sat on either side of him, he had a feeling this was going to be one of those times.

    Hera had given Kanan a brief account of her encounter with the strange child while he and Sabine made their way across the grassland to where she and Zeb were waiting, but he still hadn’t been prepared for what he found. The boy sat on the ground between the wolves, leaning against the gray one and reaching up to scratch its ears with an easy familiarity. His mouth was open in a lupine grin, and the wild gleam in his blue eyes made him seem more than half wolf.

    And the wolves… There was something profoundly unsettling about the way they looked at Kanan, something strange about the way they felt in the Force. They were connected to its currents in a way he’d never experienced with any other creature, a connection that bound them to the energy of Lothal… and somehow to the boy.

    The boy looked up as Kanan and Sabine approached, his nostrils flaring and his keen eyes darting over them. Sabine held his attention for a moment, but his face lit up when he saw Kanan. He scrambled to his feet. “Jedi! You Jedi, yes?”

    This then was what the Force wanted him to find: a feral boy who could hardly speak and yet knew the word “Jedi”. A boy with a strong connection to the Force, to the Loth-wolves, and seemingly to Lothal itself. “Yes, I’m a Jedi. My name’s Kanan Jarrus. Who are you?”

    “I…” His words faltered, his forehead wrinkled in thought, and he gave a whine of frustration. He regarded Kanan with a frown and cocked his head to one side *You can talk this way, too?*

    *I....yes. How…?* The boy’s voice was strong and clear within Kanan’s mind— how had he learned the trick of Jedi mind speech?—and he felt that this, rather than his halting, limited words, was the boy’s true voice.

    The boy smiled and gestured towards the wolves beside him. *It’s how I talk to my family. They call me Little Brother.*

    The wolves could speak? The white wolf’s expression was inscrutable as it returned Kanan’s stare, but he could have sworn the gray wolf’s eyes twinkled with mirth. *You say they’re your family. How did that happen?*

    Instead of words, an image unfolded in Kanan’s mind, a memory seen through the boy’s eyes, the eyes of the small child he’d once been—

    He was running, a blue-purple fruit clutched in his hand. He knew that stealing the fruit was wrong, but he was hungry, so hungry and so alone. Always so alone. The ones in the hard white shells, the same ones who’d taken his parents, were chasing him, their shouts loud behind him—Stop! Thief! Get back here!—-but he was never going to stop as long as they were there. Never ever. He ran out of the city, onto the plains and before he knew it, he’d been swallowed up by prairie grass almost as tall as he was. He doubled over, ragged and panting, in the middle of nowhere—hungry, alone and lost.

    The boy collapsed onto the ground, too tired to even eat the squashed fruit he was still holding, and closed his eyes against the tears that overwhelmed him. When he finally opened them, a pair of huge yellow eyes was staring down into them. Huge yellow eyes belonging to an enormous hairy beast as big as a mountain, a monster straight out of a thousand nursery tales. He scrambled away as fast as he could, or at least he tried to. His arms and legs had lost the ability to move. All he could do was scream as the Loth-wolf leaned forward to devour him.

    But she only touched her nose to his forehead, her warm breath whuff-ing gently against his face, and he was overcome with a sense of peace, something he hadn’t felt since his parents had been gone. A voice that came from nowhere and everywhere filled his mind: [Be not afraid, Little Brother. We will help you,]

    *And they did,* the boy’s voice returned to Kanan’s thoughts. *They gave me a place to live, taught me how to find food. And most of all, they loved me. They became my family, my brothers and sisters. But now…* The boy whined again; if he had truly been a wolf his ears would have drooped and his tail would have been low. *Now they say it’s time for me to go back. To learn things they can’t teach me. They said you could help me, Jedi.*

    “Kanan?” Hera’s voice cut into his thoughts, reminding him that the others hadn’t seen or heard any of what he had.

    He turned back to the rest of crew, who had been watching this silent interplay. “He’s an orphan; his parents were taken by the Empire when he was little.The wolves… they’re more than just animals; they’re tied to the living Force and the life of this planet in some way I don’t understand. They adopted the boy because he’s strong in the Force, too, and…” His twisted into a grimace. “They want me to train him.”

    It was a mark of how well Hera knew him, how much she’d come to trust and believe in his abilities that she didn’t question how he knew any of this, but got straight to the point. “But you don’t want to?”

    Kanan threw up his hands.“I… How can I?!” No, he needed to be calm. He was supposed to be leader of this little group, the confident one, the one who made the best decisions for them. There was no emotion, there was peace...even though Hera’s question cut to his heart. He drew her to the side, lowering his voice. “Hera, I’m no Master; I can’t take on a padawan!” He wasn’t even, technically speaking, a Jedi. His training was woefully incomplete; he’d been no older than this boy when the Clones had turned on him and his master. The years spent running and hiding, doing whatever he had to to survive had dulled his connection to Force. Only in the last few years had he begun to renew and rebuild it. He was no one who ought to be teaching the ways of the Force to anyone. “Besides, how could I even begin to teach him, when he’s more like a wild creature than a boy?”

    Hera’s lips pressed into a flat line, and he thought he saw a trace of disappointment in her eyes. “Well, we can’t just leave him here alone. Whatever kind of life he’s had with his… wolf family, he needs to be with people.”

    There was a growl behind him; when he turned, the wolves were standing. The white wolf’s eyes found his, gazing into them as if it could see all the way to his soul. [It is not our will, Caleb Dume, but that of the Force.] Its voice—his voice—resonated through Kanan’s thoughts like the thunder that rumbled across the prairie.[Our brother needs you...as you need him. Do not let your eyes deceive you.]

    Kanan shook his head with a wordless cry of frustration. Hera, the wolves, the Force—they were asking too much of him. He wasn’t ready for this kind of responsibility, he doubted he was capable of it. And the boy—

    The boy was watching him, listening, though much of what Kanan said was foreign to him. He stood absolutely still, the way only a cautious animal could be still, but Kanan felt the currents of his emotions swirling in the Force: sadness, longing and fear. He’d lost his family once and now he was going to have to leave the ones he’d come to love as much as his long lost mother and father. But underneath it all, there was a fierce determination to be brave as wolves were brave, to meet this strange new fate head on. The Jedi would guide him.

    Kanan looked away, abruptly ashamed that this feral wolf-child, with no training and no knowledge, who had lost so much and was being asked to give up the little he had, found it easier to trust in the will of the Force than he did. “I’ll do what I can for you.” It was all he could promise.

    The boy took a step towards Kanan and faltered, looking back at the Loth-wolves uncertainly. The gray wolf lowered its head—no, her head and nudged him gently forward. At the same time, Hera reached a hand out to him. “You had a Human family once. Do you remember your name?”

    His eyes lingered on the gray wolf for a moment longer, the gleam of tears shining in them, but he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Yes.” he answered, reaching back to Hera. “My name…is Ezra.”
     
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  8. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

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    Superb characterization of Kanan's doubts and Ezra's resolve. =D=
     
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  9. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Force Ghost star 6

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    Wonderful! This story goes very, very deep. I wish I could put a picture that I have drawn in here, but there seems something wrong with my DA account. Here is a link.
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  10. CaraJinn

    CaraJinn Jedi Knight star 2

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    ...and this is exactly what the Force is all about, I think. =D=
     
  11. Findswoman

    Findswoman Force Ghost star 5

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    Ezra as Mowgli, or at least as a Mowgli-like figure! What a very compelling premise you have here, and one that, in its way, is perfect for this character, taking his beastwarden talent to a completely new place. I’ve been intrigued by this idea ever since you first mentioned it, and it’s wonderful to see it executed at last. =D=

    Wonderful setting of the scene, with the “dark and stormy night” on the steppes of Lothal and the Spectres’ expedition in search of... something from one of Kanan’s inconvenient Jedi premonition Kanan’s. Gotta agree with Zeb (as indeed I so often do ;) ): Kanan’s premonitions never come at the right time, do they! (And interrupting the chance for Zeb to enjoy a nice hot beverage at that—tsk, tsk! :p ) Also wonderful is your description of the feral Ezra, his raggedy looks, his beastlike body language, his halting speech that very, very gradually becomes just a touch more articulate over the story’s course. I particularly love the way you describe the “shape” of his words as being unfamiliar to him, which has such a cool synesthetic ring to it. He is clearly recognizable in some ways, and yet also very clearly different in others—little surprise that an author who knows this character so well would get that mix right. :ezra:

    The reactions of the other Spectres are perfect too. Naturally Zeb’s first impulse is to pull out his bo-rifle and try to Protect Everyone once The Wolves appear on the scene, and Hera’s “mother avian” side is definitely coming through at the sight of this feral, bedraggled youngling. And of course I am as curious as they are about how it is that this wild boy knows from Jedi! [face_thinking] Very intriguing, indeed... but if anyone can get to the bottom of it, it’ll be Kanan. :kanan:

    And he does, of course! These scenes between him and Ezra have a real tenderness to them, even if he doesn’t know quite what to make of this feral youngling. One gets the sense that he (Kanan) is letting himself being led by his heart, his own sense of compassion and awe, in listening to Ezra and learning his story. That story, told in images rather than words, is the centerpiece of this one: a lost orphan on the run from the authorities, tired and desperate, and rescued by gigantic, majestic creatures of legend—creatures who are not only deeply connected to the Force but who can also sense the poor lost boy’s connection to it as well. And creatures who know Kanan by name! :eek: Now that is a very intriguing detail, for sure, and I am guessing there’s some kind of Season 4 connection at work here, though I won’t inquire further just yet, in the interest of avoiding spoilers. :p

    Kanan’s uncertainty at the prospect of teaching this kid reminds me of all those biblical figures who say “b-but I c-can’t” and then go on to say and do amazing things—Moses, Jeremiah, Isaiah, Elijah, etc. It’s totally understandable, given his own history and the incompleteness of his own training. But here too he ultimately lets himself be led by his heart and by his sense of compassion: the pure courage he senses from the boy encourages him in turn (and hey, that’s a trademark of the canon Ezra-Kanan dynamic too). He humbly offers to “do what I can”—but we all know that that “what I can” will make a universe of difference to Ezra, in any universe. <3

    Wonderful work here, and so full of heart in true Raissa fashion; thank you for this all-new view of the Boy from Lothal. =D=
     
  12. Kahara

    Kahara Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Oh wow, I am seriously hooked on this already! The whole "character talks to animals" genre of fantasy was one of my favorites growing up and Ezra has that kind of ability in canon -- what a perfect setup for an AU.

    I'm really interested to see how Ezra copes with the culture shock of dealing with not-wolves; it's a big change even apart from taking on the challenges of Jedi training. Hera, being Hera, is the one to think more about the needs of a kid who has been cut off from society for so long. Kanan is doing his best to accept this but he's quickly figured out that his future is once again going to completely fall off the map of what he knew before. And Zeb, if we assume that the Ghost is set up as in canon, is probably going to have a roommate who was literally raised by wolves. :p
     
  13. divapilot

    divapilot Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    This is a really cool retelling of the Rebels story! I love how you open the scene, with the lightning flashing vividly across the sky above the agitated grasslands - a foreshadowing of the amazing event that is about to unfold for the Ghost crew. This part, particularly:

    Love the word play here. Having it raining "mookas and tookas" and describing Kanan's Force premonition as "some twitchy Jedi feeling" is perfect. Interesting that the story starts out from Zeb's pov. He is himself an outsider, living with people not his own. He should understand Ezra's predicament, and how much finding a new "family" on the Ghost will mean to the boy.

    I also loved the description of how the Loth-wolves adopted Ezra. They sensed his powerful attachment to the Force, and they incorporated him as one of them, based on that attribute. You've got the characters down pat (of course you do!): Hera discarding any self-defense and going straight into Space!Mom mode when she sees a child in need, and later accepting without question that Kanan and Ezra have been, of course, carrying on a deep conversation telepathically; Zeb's cantankerous yet endearing personality and his desire to protect others, above all; Kanan's nagging insecurity about not being a "real" Jedi because he didn't finish his training.

    Above all, there's Ezra. Brave Ezra, torn from one loving family and finding another with the Loth-wolves, now having to leave their loving pack for the unknown. At least we have the advantage of knowing that this next family will love him, too.
     
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  14. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Thanks! This is one of those things that remains constant across universes, I think, because it's so much a part of their characters.
    Thank you so much! And what a lovely painting! I love Ezra's animal affinity talent and the way he interacts with the Loth-wolves in particular. you've done a nice job capturing that mysterious connection.
    It really is! It's not the flashy, cool mind tricks and levitation abilities that make the Jedi so powerful, but the ability to sense and tap into those ties that bind the universe together.
    Aw, thanks! I do love The Jungle Book and, really, the whole "raised by wild animals" sub-genre in fantasy literature and the Loth-wolves with their mysterious Force abilities seemed to offer some cool new possibilities--and Ezra was a natural choice as the child to be raised by them.
    Yes, how dare the Force interrupt Zeb's tea-time! Couldn't it at least be a little more specific about what it wants? :p And thank you-- I'm glad that Ezra's speech turned out all right. It was a bit tricky deciding how much language and grammar he would retain. He's been with the wolves since he was a little boy, though, and speaking to them mostly telepathically. The patterns of forming Human words are unfamiliar to him by this time.

    Hera and Zeb kind of complement each other here, in a way. Hera, space!mom that she is, rushes in to help this lost boy, without regard to her own safety. Zeb's more cautious at first, but the hint of danger brings out his protective side and he's ready to go in bo-rifle blazing. And both of them are surious to find out how this boy knows the word "Jedi"...looks like that twitchy feeling meant something after all!

    For all his stern space!dad side, Kanan does have a compassionate heart, as we can see in the way he plays Robin Hood to help the refugees in Tarkintown, rescues the Wookiees from being sent to the spice mines, and all the various and sundry ways he takes care of the members of his little family. He's definitely moved to awe by the Loth-wolves in canon, and I think between that awe and his natural compassion, he can't help but be moved by Ezra's story. (And, yes there is an S4 connection here, but no spoilers from me :D)

    Kanan's reluctance is another manifestation of his compassion heart, I think; he wants to do the best for others, but he wants to do the Absolute Best Possible, and sees doing less as failing them. But the Force doesn't require that he be perfect, only that he be willing--all else flows from that. And, as you note, "what I can" is immeasurably more than he believes is possible.Thanks so much and I'm glad you're enjoying this addition to the Infinite Ezras :D
    Thank you! I always loved those kind of stories--heck, I still do! Robin Hobb has a really compelling series in which the protagonist has magic that allows him to speak to and bond with animals. His companion is a wolf named Nighteyes :D and I have to say that Nighteyes' portrayal has influenced me here as have Kipling's wolves in the Jungle Book.

    The next chapter gets into that shock (and I had to borrow the term "not-wolves" because it just seemed perfect for the way a boy with limited language and experience in the wider world would think of these strange new beings! Hera is always space!mom, even in the midst of everything, and Kanan is as daunted by this new addition to the space!family here as he is in canon. Zeb---okay, I had to laugh about the "roommate who was literally raised by wolves." [face_laugh] Actually, he and raised-by-wolves Ezra might get along better; since wolves having a definite social hierarchy Wolf!Ezra would expect to have the lowest status as the youngest and newest member of this new pack. .
    Well, it worked for Shakespeare ;) And in a way, I tend to think of what would be appearing "on-screen" when I write the Rebels. The lightning felt like a nice "natural world reflecting the supernatural world" effect.

    In a way, I didn't want to have the first view of Ezra be from Kanan's POV, and I kept coming back to Zeb, the cranky skeptic of the bunch, who would be somewhat annoyed at having to look for somethin' at the vague prompting of the Force. He does have a lot in common with his space!bro, though, and under these circumstances it might be a bit easier for him to warm up to Ezra and take him under his wing, even if he is a bit flummoxed by the boy's strange behavior and appearance.

    I loved the whole idea that the Loth-wolves are connected and attuned to the Force and even have their own special Force powers. They do seem to be able to recognize it in the Jedi too; they can sense that Ezra is one of them in spirit, if not appearance. The crew takes their familiar roles as Space!Mom, protective Space!Bro...and reluctant Space!Dad/ Jedi master. It will be intersting to see how Chopper reacts to Wolf!Ezra--and vice-versa!

    Ezra does have an innate strength that hasn't been broken by adversity; it's one of the reasons I love his character so much :ezra: [face_love] This version of him has been more fortunate, having had this lupine foster family, but he's still faced challenges, and he's once again faced with the prospect of starting from scratch. But as you note, this new family will love him and help him as he faces a strange new future.
     
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  15. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Part 3

    “Oh, Ezra, did you sleep outside again?”

    Ezra opened one eye as he rolled over in the nest of prairie grass he’d arranged the night before. The green female with the tails on her head, Hera, was looking down at him, brows drawn together, mouth turned down slightly. Ezra was still getting used to reading the facial expressions of the members of this strange new group of not-wolves, (and he wasn’t sure what else to call them, given that they came in all sizes shapes and colors) but that particular look of maternal disappointment transcended species. Raksha, the lead female of his pack had looked at him like that more times than there were blades of grass on the plains.

    He sat up reluctantly. It amazed him how much time these not-wolves wasted stating the obvious. He was outside, he’d been asleep when Hera found him, so shouldn’t it have been plain that he’d slept outside? What was the point of asking him? They used too many words, all of them, except maybe the big purple cat-wolf-man, who seemed to be the only one who understood how much could be conveyed with a well-timed snort or growl. But Hera was the alpha female of this new pack, so respect and a response were due her. Ezra lowered his eyes and whined in assent, then remembered what his new pack mates so often told him: people used words. “Yes,” he sighed.

    Hera knelt down next to him, and Ezra could sense the concern rising around her as thick as the morning fog in the valleys. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your cabin with Zeb? It’s warmer inside the Ghost.”

    “No.” It was very definitely not comfortable inside the metal cave—ship, Ezra corrected himself, it was a ship. He had vague memories of seeing such craft when he was small, before his parents had been taken, before he’d become a wolf . He even dimly recalled having a toy ship and making it fly like the big ones. He’d thought that ships were wonderful things then. Now he wondered why, because this ship— and for some reason they always called it “the Ghost”—was more claustrophobic than any cave he’d ever been in, full of strange smells and weirdly flashing lights, with walls that seemed solid but slid away when you came near them. “No,” Ezra repeated emphatically. “Too…” He growled as he tried to come up with a word to convey the feeling, then gave up, bringing his hands together in a violent squashing gesture. That was how he felt when he was in that tiny room, laying on the narrow shelf they called a bunk with Zeb the cat-wolf-man on the bunk above him...squashed and suffocating, like the cabin was closing in on him. He was used to feeling the subtle shifts of the breeze and hearing the comforting sounds of the insects and night birds as he fell asleep; there was none of that when he was sealed inside the metal cave of a cabin. “And not cold,” he assured Hera, tugging at his shirt sleeve. “Clothes.”

    Oh yes, clothes… That had been another bone of contention between him and Hera. She’d deemed his usual clothing wholly unsuitable, even though he’d been wearing them for several of Lothal’s turnings now. They kept the parts of him that needed covering covered, and wasn’t that what clothes were for? Hera disagreed. She’d presented him with a new set of clothes; on top: a short sleeved shirt, a long sleeved shirt to go over that and another, heavier shirt over it all. On the bottom: a strange, constrictive thing called a “microgarment”, a pair of long, stiff pants that came all the way down to his ankles, and—Ezra still shuddered thinking about them—a pair of those instruments of torture known as boots.

    Alpha female or not, Ezra had bared his teeth at Hera when she’d insisted on putting them on his feet. It had been too much for him; he’d already been subjected to being bathed, water pouring down on him in a tiny chamber-within-a-chamber (what was it with these not-wolves and their enclosed spaces, anyway?), and having all the tangles laboriously teased out of his hair...a process that had been worse than when Raksha licked him clean when he was small. Having his feet trapped in those heavy, hard, clomping things had been the final straw. Ezra had ripped off the top two shirts, kicked the boots across the room and fled, snarling, out onto the prairie until the Jedi had come to find him. After a furious mental conversation in which Ezra maintained that wolves did not need that many clothes and Kanan insisted that Humans wore clothing, they’d managed to work out a compromise--one shirt and pants, and no boots as long as he was in the camp. Ezra sensed that Hera was still not happy with this arrangement, though.

    She sighed, her long head-tails twitching. Just like a wolf’s tail, the movement of Hera’s tails reflected her mood, and right now they were saying she was both thoughtful and unhappy. Ezra stifled a whine--people didn’t whine--and kept his eyes down. He wanted to make her happy. Boots and bathing notwithstanding, she’d been kind to him so far, and he knew that she was trying to help him fit in to this new pack, but there were so many new rules, so many things he didn’t understand, that he felt like all he could do was disappoint her. So when she stood, saying “Why don’t you come have some breakfast?”, he followed her to the ship, meekly as a pup, even though he cringed at the thought of going inside again.

    Zeb and the younger female, Sabine, were already sitting at the table in the room where the pack gathered to eat. Ezra bit back another sigh because Hera would expect him to join them, no matter how crowded and smushed they’d all be on the semi-circular bench. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to sit on the floor where he’d be more comfortable, except that was another of the seemingly endless list of things people didn’t do.

    “Hey, Ezra.” Sabine smiled in greeting and handed him a plate of dried meat and hard bread--the same food she was eating--as he sat down next to her. Ezra stopped himself from sniffing his food just in time. People did not do that, either, nor did they, as Sabine had rather forcibly explained to him, sniff each other in greeting. She intrigued Ezra, maybe even more than Kanan did. She was the only one in this group who was both of his species and near his age... and she was female, and that difference made her doubly interesting to Ezra for reasons he couldn’t quite put into words. As fierce as she was, Sabine would have made an excellent wolf, Ezra reflected. She even wore the image of a wolf on one of the hard plates on her shoulders. (though it baffled Ezra why someone with a wolf’s strength and ferocity would cover themselves in a hard shell like a turtle).

    The wall on the far side of the room slid open suddenly, and Ezra jumped, stifling a yelp--he was never going to get used to that. Walls were supposed to be solid; they were supposed to stay where they were, but apparently no one had told that to, the walls in this ship. Kanan stepped into the room, and Ezra thought that the Jedi looked startled when he noticed Ezra sitting at the table.

    At first, it had surprised Ezra that Zeb, the oldest, largest and strongest member of this pack, was not the alpha male. It was Kanan who was the leader and Hera’s mate. In a way, it made sense, though, because the way the Jedi *felt* reminded Ezra of Rama, the white wolf who was the alpha of his wolf pack. Both of them had strong connections to the Life Spirit, the currents that flowed through all living things and tied them together as one. Both had the same subtle air of dignity and authority, though it was stronger and more certain in Rama...but perhaps that was only because he was a wolf.

    “Good morning, love.” Hera poured a mug of the dark, bitter beverage called caf that these not-wolves seemed inexplicably fond of (but which Ezra thought tasted awful, even after Zeb had demonstrated how to add milk and sweetener) and handed it to Kanan.

    He waved it away. “Thanks, but I have to get going.”

    Hera frowned, the tip of her left tail beating a quick rat-a-tat-tat against her shoulder. “Where are you off to so early?”

    He looked away, as if unwilling to meet her eyes, and a ripple of unease disturbed the Life Spirit’s currents around him. “The Imperial supply shipment comes in to Capital City today. If I’m going to snag it for Tarkintown, I need to get going.”

    Ezra stood. “I come,” he said. It was much easier to *speak* to Kanan, but the Jedi had told him it was impolite to do so since the others couldn’t hear. These words were easy enough, though, and this time he wanted to be sure the whole pack heard them.

    “No, you’re staying here.” Kanan shook his head, a gesture Ezra had become familiar with from the him. Sometimes it was just a quick shake and a simple dismissal, but sometimes, like this time, when it was accompanied by Kanan’s dark brows coming together and his mouth flattening into a straight line, it was the equivalent of Rama showing his teeth. “It’s too dangerous for you…”

    “I wolf brother, not afraid!” Ezra knew that challenging the alpha male this way was terribly bad form, a good way to wind up with a paw on one’s chest and snarling teeth in your face as a reminder of who was in charge and where you fit in to the pack hierarchy, but right now he didn’t care. Kanan was supposed to be teaching him...something. Rama had been emphatic that Ezra’s path lay with Kanan and his pack, that the Jedi would guide him, but so far Kanan had been as elusive as if he was walking the Greater Paths between times and worlds. And when Ezra finally did locate him, all he would say was that Ezra had to rediscover what it meant to be Human before he could teach him to be a Jedi.

    “I know you’re not afraid, and that’s why you’re staying here!” Kanan’s flat line of a mouth had turned down into a scowl now, and a miniature thunderstorm of emotion was brewing around him. “I know my way around the city; you don’t. There will be stormtroopers there, men in armor with blasters, who won’t hesitate to shoot you if you make the wrong move.” He held up a hand, and Ezra had the feeling that Kanan’s words were meant for the others to hear as much as Ezra’s had been “Look, the most important thing you can do right now is to stay here and keep on with your lessons with Sabine and Hera, so that you understand what you’re up against if you ever do have to face the Empire. No, no arguments.” He gave another alpha-male-telling-what’s-what shake of his head as Ezra open his mouth to protest. “You’re staying, Ezra, and that’s final!”

    Ezra sank back down into his seat with a huff as Kanan stalked out of the room, aware that the others were watching him. Was this really what he’d left his family for? To learn how to wear clothes and sleep on shelves and eat food that tasted and smelled wrong? There had to be more to it than this! Rama had assured him that he needed to be a part of this new pack, and Kanan told him that he had to learn to be Human. They were his alphas and so he would obey them, both of them. He’d learn what it meant to be Human.

    But he’d never forget that he was really a wolf.

    Notes:
    Rama and Raksha:
    the names of Mowgli’s lupine foster parents in The Jungle Book. Raksha is given as “Mother Wolf”’s name in Kipling’s book, while “Father Wolf” remains nameless there, but is given the name “Rama” in the Disney movie. The leader of Mowgli’s pack in both the book and the movie is named “Akela”, but I’ve used that name in another story. :D
     
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  16. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

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    Superb! =D= You really get into the "this is weird!" headspace that Ezra is in right now. He is wanting to learn and fit in but everything is still too strange... [face_thinking]
     
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    Findswoman Force Ghost star 5

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    Some truly massive culture shock (species shock, even?) for wolf!Ezra in this chapter, from sardine-can sleeping spaces to furniture in general to CLOTHES and UNDIES and BOOTS to rules, rules rules: no mind-talk, no floor-sitting, stay behind. It’s a lot to process, and as Ny says, you really do a fantastic job of getting us into Ezra’s mind here. I especially love his impressions and observations on his new family of nonwolves, the way he interprets their roles in terms of the pack structure he knows, the way he compares Kanan’s feel to Rama’s (and perceives he too might be someone capable of walking those Greater Paths... I have a guess about that), the way he picks up a sort of je ne sais quoi from Sabine as the only one of them who’s his own age, human, plus female. And of course Zeb is truly such a cat-wolf-man—I love that, and it’s a pretty good description fo him, really! :zeb: :D Even he has an aspect that this Ezra can relate to, with his grunting and growling. This is going to be a very interesting setting for Ezra to come to learn what it means to be Human, though as we see the path isn’t going to be an easy one. I wish I could be there to reassure Ezra: yes, being Human means a lot of rules and regs and don’ts and shouldn’ts, but it’ll be worth it—you’ll see. :D Incidentally, I also have a feeling this little supply-intercept run of Kanan’s may not go entirely as planned and that there may be a role for our young “wolf brother” after all... [face_thinking]

    Glad to see this continuing—keep this fascinating and unique AU coming! =D=[/I]
     
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  18. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Force Ghost star 6

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    You can put yourself very well into the mind of a so-called wolf child.

    Actually, are a lot of wolf children from WW2, too. Orphans who survived in the wilderness on their own or in packs like wolves.
     
  19. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Thanks! This chapter was a lot of fun to write as I considered how the Spectres and the Ghost must seem to someone who'd been living with animals for the last seven years and only had sketchy memories of things like spaceships and droids. It's a lot for Ezra to take in, but he's doing his best under the circumstances, and of course, his new family is doing their best to help him.
    So many strange new things! Even the things--maybe even especially the things--that the rest of the crew takes for granted like clothing and bathing and sitting in chairs are new to him, or if not exactly new, at least unfamiliar with the passage of time.

    One reason I’ve always liked wolves is that they’re social creatures; a wolf pack is actually a family, usually a mother and father and their children of various ages. And that’s part of what makes them so perfect for Ezra, for whom nothing is more important than family.Growing up with the wolves has given him an insight into his own abilities that he doesn’t have in canon, so he can sense Kanan’s Force-connection as much as Kanan can sense his. Kanan and Rama do have the same roles as father-figures and mature Force-users,; both are role models for Ez, though Kananisn’t quite comfortable in that role yet. Sabine’s got Ezra’s interest here as much as she does in canon, and for pretty much the same reasons, though Ezra isn’t really able to define it that way. And Zeb... yep, definitely a cat-wolf-man :D He’s got aspects of all of them in his appearance and personality, and while Hera looks mostly Human except for those tails on her head, Zeb requires a whole new category.
    It’s going to be quite a challenge for him, no doubt! But he’s got a family who knows that the most important parts of being Human don’t come from following the rules. In fact, the most important parts of being Human are a lot like the important parts of being a wolf—being a part of a family and helping and protecting one another. It’s going to be a challenge for these not-wolves to realize this, too, but despite the different circumstances, they’re still the Spectres—still a family most of all.
    Thank you! And I didn’t realize that about children during WW2...now I need to look that up, because it sounds like that would be a fascinating story!
     
  20. Raissa Baiard

    Raissa Baiard Force Ghost star 4

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    Thanks to @Findswoman for beta reading! @};-
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    Part 4

    Watching Ezra eat was not for the faint of heart, Sabine thought, as he attacked his breakfast. The boy devoured his food with a single-minded ferocity that put even Zeb’s appetite to shame. Utensils were a foreign concept to him, except for the short, chipped knife he carried in a makeshift sheath, which he employed with more enthusiasm than finesse. And in terms of table manners, he was worse than her younger brother, Tristan, had been as a two-year-old youngling—though Ezra was far more likely to lick crumbs off the table than launch his food across the room the way Tristan had.

    The first morning Ezra had been with them, Zeb had loaded his plate with sausages and hash; the results had been slightly disturbing, with much snuffling and chomping and slurping, and exceptionally messy, with grease all over Ezra’s face, hash on his hands, in his hair, on the table, everywhere. It led to another messy and probably disturbing experience—Ezra’s first shower in the Force knew how many years. From the state of his hair and clothing, bathing had also been a foreign concept to him. Sabine fortunately hadn’t been involved in that process, but the howls from the ’fresher had been truly pathetic and Kanan and Zeb emerged soaked and grim with a soggy Ezra trailing them, sulking like a drenched Loth-cat.

    Meals had improved somewhat since Sabine had hit on the idea of giving Ezra Mando field rations—leathermeat and dried harshun bread—for which no utensils were required. They cut down on the amount of licking and snuffling involved at mealtimes, though it was still a bit disconcerting to see him gnawing his harshun bread like a dog with a bone—or rather, a wolf with a bone.

    Hera had been watching Ezra pensively since Kanan and Zeb, (who grumbled that he hadn’t even gotten seconds of hash yet) had left on their mission to liberate the Imperial supplies. Sabine didn’t understand everything that had transpired that night on the prairie, but she knew that though Kanan was supposed to be training Ezra, it was Hera who had taken charge of him—and that she wasn’t very pleased by the Jedi’s diffidence. Hera finished the last of her tea and set down her mug. “Sabine, can you keep an eye on Ezra this morning? The Phantom’s dorsal stabilizer is leaning again and I need to realign it today.”

    “No problem.” Despite Ezra’s lack of social graces, or maybe even because of them, she rather liked him. He had a directness and honesty that was refreshing, almost Mandalorian. There was no pretension to Ezra; he was what he was, and what he was, according to him, was a wolf. Sabine had been studying him, and she could see the lupine influence in his every move—his brisk, loping stride, the way he tilted his head when he was listening, the half-crouched way he sat. And while she understood why Hera and Kanan wanted to restore his humanity, she thought it was a shame that he might lose that wolfish side of himself. “You ready for our game, Ezra?”

    Ezra sighed, and Sabine suspected that he’d figured out that even if she called it a game, it was really lessons. His inability to communicate with the other crew members was a consistent source of frustration to him, and Hera had made it their first priority to help him improve his language. Showing Ezra holos of objects had simply baffled him; he poked and sniffed at the holos, yelping when fingers and nose simply passed through the “objects”. He was however, fascinated by Sabine’s ability to draw, and she’d recalled the way she’d helped Tristan learn his aurek-besh-creshes, by printing a word and drawing a picture beneath it. Like Tristan at age four, Ezra responded to the simple pictures and he was starting to make some progress recognizing words.

    He gazed longingly at the galley door. “Outside?” he asked, a plaintive whine creeping into his voice.

    “Sure, why not?” Sabine shrugged and smiled. Ezra got restless and irritable if he spent too much time indoors; maybe taking their lessons outside would help him concentrate.

    He was already basking in the sun at the foot of the Ghost’s ramp by the time she’d gathered her sketchbook and stylus. Sabine sat down next to him, and flipped her book open to a blank page. “Ready?”

    Animals were his favorite drawings, while the things any other boy would have loved—ships, speeders, blasters—didn’t interest him at all. When she’d drawn a stormtrooper’s helmet, he’d snarled at it, baring his teeth. Sabine usually started with the easiest first, the words Ezra had almost learned to identify: WOLF, CAT, BIRD. But today, on a whim, she sketched Ezra’s face—straight nose, dark brows, long hair pulled back into queue (somewhat tidier now that Hera had worked out the tangles, though loose strands still fell forward over his eyes)—and wrote “EZRA” beneath it. He frowned at it, crinkling his nose in puzzlement and sniffing, as if that would help him identify it.

    “It’s you,” Sabine told him, realizing her mistake too late. Of course he didn’t recognize himself; it wasn’t like wolves had mirrors. “And that’s your name, Ezra. Esk, zerek, resh, aurek.” She pointed to each letter with her stylus as Ezra wonderingly touched his own face and then traced the lines of her drawing with one finger.

    He pondered his image for a moment and then looked up at her. “I? I draw?”

    Sabine was surprised. Though Ezra had been fascinated by the examples of her artwork around the Ghost and always watched intently when she drew the little sketches for their game, he’d never shown any interest in trying. But this could be a good thing, another way for him to communicate when he couldn’t find the words he needed. “Go ahead!” She handed the stylus to him with a smile.

    Ezra took it awkwardly, grasping it in his fist and jabbing it at the page as if he intended to spear the sketchbook. Sabine hastily disengaged the stylus from his clenched grip and shaped his hand so that he was holding it properly. She demonstrated how to make a line on the flimsi. “Like this,” she said. “Gently.”

    Ezra huffed thoughtfully, and his brow wrinkled in concentration as he began to draw. Though his grip was still clumsy and a little too tight, he worked with great deliberation. His drawing wasn’t the stick-figure arrangement of circles and lines that Sabine expected, the kind that Tristan had drawn as a youngling. Instead, he’d made the outline of a four-legged creature with pointed ears, a narrow muzzle and a bushy tail—a Loth-wolf, naturally. While it wasn’t the most sophisticated representation, it had a certain elegance of form that reminded Sabine of examples she’d seen of prehistoric art. “This looks a lot like some of the cave drawings they’ve found here on Lothal!”

    He looked up from his work. “No. Not in cave. In my home.”

    “There are paintings like this where you live?” That was interesting. So far, they’d been unable to establish where exactly Ezra had come from. He’d given them vague and increasingly frustrated answers about “hills, but big” and “wolf paths” which had turned into equally frustrated gestures and finally exasperated growls. Kanan had tried to get more information from him, and said that while Ezra’s earliest memories matched Capital City, the images he’d shown Kanan of the primitive dwelling he called home didn’t resemble anything he’d ever seen on Lothal. Kanan hadn’t mentioned anything about there being cave art on the walls of Ezra’s home, but then, he wouldn’t. “I’d love to see them,” Sabine mused. She’d always found the simplicity of ancient art inspiring; it was the original graffiti art!

    “I show you.” Ezra dropped the sketchbook and stylus and sprang to his feet. He tugged eagerly on Sabine’s hand until she stood, too. “Come.”

    Sabine shook her hand loose from his. As intriguing as she found ancient art, and as much as she would have liked to find out more about the mysterious boy, something about his offer didn’t seem quite right. How could he show her his home when Kanan insisted there was nothing like anywhere around here? She took as step back. “Is it far?”

    Ezra tilted his head and his mouth curved into a grin. “Not far for wolves.”

    “Yeah, that’s great.” Just one problem, which should have been obvious, even to Ezra. “But I’m not a wolf.”

    “I am!” His grin widened, his eyes lighting up with a wild gleam, and suddenly, despite the clean tunic, neat pants and newly combed hair, Ezra seemed like the feral creature they’d found on the prairie that stormy evening a week earlier. “Come!” He grabbed Sabine’s hand again, but this time he started running, pulling her after him.

    Sabine could never satisfactorily explain what happened next. As they dashed across the open grassland, the world started to look blurry, indistinct as if was becoming an impressionistic painting. Rainbow ripples of light spread out where Ezra’s feet touched the ground, like he was skipping over puddles of some luminescent liquid instead of powdery soil. The back of Sabine’s neck prickled as she realized with alarm that Ezra was charging full tilt towards the nearest rock outcropping—a domed structure more than two meters tall and a base of the same diameter. “Ezra, stop!”

    He looked over his shoulder at her, still grinning that wild, wolfish grin and shook his head. “Come!” Ezra laughed as he ran, showing no signs of slowing down.

    And just before he would have hit the stone, the whole world disappeared around them.
     
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  21. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

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    [face_dancing] Superb and very effective way of teaching communicaton/language that Sabine ha**** upon. Very lovely and interesting features of the landscape at the end: luminescent and rippling, like liquid. [face_thinking]
     
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  22. Findswoman

    Findswoman Force Ghost star 5

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    The adjustments certainly continue for our little Wolf Brother, from the animal-like appetite and table manners (it’s saying something if his appetite rivals even Zeb’s!) to the Forced Shower Torture (I can just picture those three trailing frustratedly and exhaustedly from the bathroom). Bringing Ezra’s human side out again is certainly going to be an uphill battle for the Spectres, but I’m sure their cooperation and persistence will pay off.

    I especially love the way Sabine is putting her artistic talents to use in this whole operation—art is such a great rehumanizing force, even for us regular humans. But I appreciate the way she's reaching out to Ezra on his own terms, too, understanding that the primitive, wolfish side of him has its unique value too; her brand of rehumanizing takes that into account in a special way. And she's drawing wonderfully on her own experience with her little brother, noticing the similarities and very significant differences between him and her new Wolf Brother! Your own artistic experience really comes through in their "game" of putting words to pictures, and in her patience in spelling things out and showing Ezra how to draw "gently" using the stylus. It's interesting that they seem to be teaching each other here, as Sabine is learning some things about this mysterious "home" of Ezra's and the art that adorns it. And that leads to their madcap and very otherworldly excursion through the steppes, which I am guessing is leading them along one of those mysterious "wolf paths"—super-cool description of the landscape blurring (in a painting-like way, no less!), a neat Platform 9 3/4-like feeling in the way they seem to be charging right into one of those Lothali rock outcroppings—and whoa Nelly, what a cliffhanger! :eek: Where have they gone, and how? And how far is "not far for wolves," anyway? Are they even going to be still on Lothal anymore? (And I am speaking as someone who, like a dope, still hasn't caught up fully with Rebels season 4, so my apologies if I'm missing something super obvious.) The whole scenario, and Wolf!Ezra himself, are taking on some intriguing new dimensions here—so don't keep us waiting too much longer for more! :D
     
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