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The Dreamer’s hesitation had passed. He had worried about coming into the claimed lands but now he felt fairly comfortable in them. The soft spoken d’Artisan had been so kind as she escorted him through the pack lands, showing him the different things that the pack excelled in and where they lived. It was an open house of sorts, allowing the male to become acquainted with the canines. Oak had even been able to wander about without a resident pack member by his side. He wondered how the Dreamers would have felt if any beast was roaming in their territory and they knew about it! He gave a small chuckle, their protective instincts were too thick and charged for such things.
He walked down the trail, it was a highway of sorts, game trails branching off of it this way and that. He was certain it was the general direction for him to exit the lands and return home. But a scent caused him to pause. The Optime wolf knelt to the ground, casually examining the trail that led through the grass. It was a Courtier, but scent as well as a young male. Curiosity peeking he then head a faint voice in the distance.
Oak moved fairly quickly, until his saw the creator of the sound. The young boy seemed unhappy. Well now, it can’t help that its so small. Blue eyes peered at the pup, wondering where his parents were.
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