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Patrolling the borders. Nothing sinister, nothing dangerous. Not even silly or childish. Just patrolling the borders. It wasn’t his job, not really. He wasn’t officially a scout of the pack, nor was in any position to accept or reject homeless canines on the borders. Still, Lysander thought to himself with a grin, he could chip in around the pack. They did, after all, give him such warm hospitality. And furthermore, there was nothing fun going on inside the pack borders, he didn’t quite feel like venturing out, so wandering along the Phoenix Valley borders seemed quite natural to the male. Perhaps he would find some fun.
His prediction proved true, for not too long after he had started the patrol he came across her. She smelled of the pack to the north-west, like the male he had drunk with that night, shortly after he had just arrived. Even more interesting was the fact she was not alone. Something, or rather someone, dangled from her jaws and it looked lifeless but coming closer he found it to be a child, alive but so very still. How strange to be moving a child so young around the borders of the pack, Lysander decided he’d better investigate.
Coming up quickly as to not let her change her mind and leave when she saw the brutish husky approach, he cleared his throat audibly. “Excuse me miss, what are ya doin’ here? And with such a wee child too?” Surely whatever it was it wasn’t a good idea.
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