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Tawny didn’t really know any of these wolves sitting around. The only one she recognized was Saul, and she was kind of afraid of him simply because he looked a little bit like her father. However, nobody had been mean to her the entire time she’d been amongst this pack, so she decided that it couldn’t hurt to follow them for a while. The alpha female, standing there at the front, addressing her pack, seemed to be smart and strong; in control of herself and able to get everyone into line behind her. That was how an alpha was supposed to be, able to get things together without abusing their subordinates.
Despite the small female’s inability to understand half the words that the alpha was speaking, she caught a few and began getting the gist of what was going on. If the pack was moving, or joining with another, it would mean bigger numbers and a long trek across the lands. Tawny was good at traveling, and with all these others who were bound to know the land better than she, they would help keep her out of trouble. There was no real way for her to get across that she would be going with the former Dahlians, so she just whimpered and belly crawled closer to her new alpha, set her head down, and closed her eyes.
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