small wonders
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DaVinci didn't know what to think about the sudden influx of members the pack had gathered though he supposed that it was a good thing. He figured in the dead of winter that the weak and the needy would show at their borders but he hadn't assumed that they would have been lining up begging as it seemed they were. Half the scents he'd caught recently had been foreign and strange. He tried to ignore the matter but it appeared that he was stumbling upon face after face all along the paths. The male had started down the trail towards the farmstead today to find Jefferson and see just how many of the strange scents actually belonged within the packlands and which ones he could go chasing across the fields.

He really didn't want to chase anyone out of the packlands but they didn't need the world to think that they couldn't even protect their borders and that anyone could just storm in uninvited and help themselves to whatever prey just happened to be out in the meadow or deep in their woods. He bared his fangs at the idea of another stealing from their lands and the male picked up his pace as he could see the smoke drifting lazily from the chimney. He smiled and moved into the yard quickly, his pace bringing him up onto the porch as he called out. "Jeffers?" the shortened form that Iskata had sometimes called the now leader, the form DaVinci liked to use to tease and annoy the larger scarred up male.


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