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The borders were pungent with the Epsilons’ scents. Augustus rarely missed anything these days. He awoke to his mate rousing him for his patrol. There was no sound of protest from his lips, not like before. He accepted his duty, shouldering the burden that the dog bitch had thrust upon him. Only in constant vigilance would they prevail. He shook himself and pulled his mate to him with a paw, nuzzling into her scruff. She was weary enough from the long hours, but happy. Both tails wagged, black dusted, and gold. Yes, things were well with the couple. They had their struggles, but every day held more and more promise, and their relationship was blooming. She was happy to be able to defend and protect her pack along his side once again, as she had before their mateship. He released her and she settled down in their hollow within the den, set her head on her paws, and closed her eyes. He licked tenderly at her cheek before standing tall, setting his tail straight from his spine, and setting out for the borders.
He’d not run into Tharin for a few days, odd, as the tawny wolf was a common sight along the border as well, but Augustus was suspicious. He’d seen how close the male was with the maternal Kiara, and with her whelp missing… Augustus was not a dull creature, he could put two and two together. On his way to the borders he noted a scarred tree, and the scent of old blood in the grass. Shadow’s scent was mingled with it, and Fayne. He paused to sniff at it, but all the scents were familiar. Something to do with the abrasive ebony male’s moroseness? Augustus could care less and shrugged as he resumed his path. Nature would separate the weak from the strong, the male’s time would come, sooner or later.
The northern man trotted through wood and field, yellow eyes wary for sign of his tawny brother. He even rose his voice in a short, summoning howl. Brother, where are you, It said. Tharin had become Gamma since last they’d been alone together. Perhaps now the tension would lessen with an equal rank? Tharin was deserving, and more even-tempered than he, he was proud to have him in the higher ranks. He was a wiser wolf. But his absence concerned and irritated him. He’d felt more at ease knowing one of his pupils patrolled with them, but now. “Tharin?” He voiced, looking right then left. He stood still, a single paw held aloft, he’d gone after the dog-woman, Augustus was sure of it…
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