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[html]  Hai guyz.
He still wasn’t staying around Twilight Vales’ old territory and instead kept his home in the den that remained tucked away in the abandoned Shadowed Sun region of Halcyon. He couldn’t help but want to hold onto to it, but he had come to realize it was gone. That life was no longer his, and he would have to accept that he was about to create something bigger, and hopefully better, than what that pack had offered him. With such a large following, Pilot truly hoped that this pack would survive for a very long time.
When he finally arrived at the mansion, everyone was gathered outside. He hadn’t expected a meeting like this, but was glad that things were underway. They had already established the basics of the pack, as well as marked out their borders. All that was left was to announce everything to their new pack members, and begin living as a family once more.
"Good morning, Crimson Dreams," Pilot addressed them as he made his way up to the front steps. He offered them a smile, to no one and everyone all at the same time. Some faces were familiar, while others were foreign. Eventually, he knew, the whole pack would know each other as closely as a sibling might. He couldn’t wait for that. "This is going to be our first day a new pack," he told them all, knowing they were already aware. He took a seat on the steps as some of the others had, sitting rather casually while leaning on one of his arms. Now that things were almost complete, he was rather upbeat.
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