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The black male had joined the pack with his friend, his mate, her mate, his children, Deuce's grandchildren, and a few others. The male still knew that others where out there, they had to have lived though the fire. The blue eyed child of Bleeding Souls walked around the lands, hunting for her. She meant the world to him, he had feelings for her, that no one else seemed to be able to fill, it was not a mother, it was not a lover, nor a friend. Family love was a close as he knew how to put it with her. The male tracked the lands over and over, her sent was there, it was muddy with the scents of many others. The male loved that! It meant other gotten away from the fire.
indentThe black male had found her sent, and her sent alone, tracking the sent he came across the lands that he roughly assumed that she had claimed for her own pack. The male knew that she was happy and she was doing what she was meant for, she was a leader, she was making all her dreams from her slumbers come true. The male did not move into her lands, he hoped she would not kill him if he did, but out of respect, he waited at the lands that had her sent coming from them hoping for her. Dear Fatin was family, was only family that he has known since birth that was still alive.
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