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The male wasn't normally one to attend pack functions unless he had to, preferring the usually silent recluse of his room in the mansion or the solitude of his boulder on these quiet winter days. It wasn't that he had any reason not to attend them...he just preferred to stick to the same schedule every day, day in and day out if he could. He had been heading out of the mansion to pay his sister Wraith a well deserved visit, having not seen her since the hunt they'd attended together, and had just barely picked up her scent when he'd heard the call. She had to be nearby, and the unshifted male simply followed the trail that she'd left.
Nathaniel approached the group quietly, unsure if he should greet the leader and show respect to him or not. Vesper was in attendance as well, he noted, his amber gaze lingering on the pretty, scarred leader for a few moments before moving on. He came to sit next to Wraith, holding his body low out of respect for the two canines that led the coyote clan. He was nothing but a Tirones here, and would pay them as much respect as they desired from him. As he scooted up to his sister's side he leaned in to try and give her a nice lick of greeting before his focus went back to the leaders.
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