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Sorry for being slow, but my life is really busy atm 
The small smile was appreciated and Conor offered a small one of his own as he curled his golden tail around his light cream coated paws. North and west, that could be everywhere. Conor would not know much anyway, for he had never been outside of Nova Scotia. He knew there were worse and better places than here though and did not doubt the older male’s story. He remained relaxed as the male drew slightly closer, for they seemed to be on good terms already. The golden wolf nodded as Tynan as he spoke. Conor’s smile widened as it warmed up when a question rose. He knew the answer to this. ”If you seek a home Dahlia de Mai would be happy to have you.” or at least Conor would. The pack had suffered during the long months of war and had shrunk into something small and vulnerable. The young alpha knew why this was and understood, but a possible death of Dahlia was not something he wished to see. ”We can offer you what you seek, but what can you offer the pack?” he wondered lightly, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.