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Whoa, sorry for length 
He thought he could detect fresh happiness within the other. He hoped he was right – wished that Tynan could find a happy life within the Dahlian lands. Conor too hoped that he would not be disappointed for accepting this stranger into the pack. What was more important still though was that Tynan should not have to be disappointed. He wanted Dahlia de Mai to be a good choice for lonely souls to pick. The pack’s reputation was damaged, but Conor believed that most things could be repaired. There were many amends yet to be made, but he firmly believed in a bright future. It had not always been so, but Conor was an optimist and made a point out of keeping up a positive perspective of life.
A tour it was and the young Alpha nodded and gestured with a toss of his neck as he turned for the new member to follow him. ”While it is significantly smaller now, Dahlia de Mai once was the largest pack around for some time and therefore our territory is large and rich,” the young male started off as he set a comfortable pace for them both. White tipped, golden tail danced slowly behind the four legged leader as he supposed he could start with the eastern territories since that was where they were at the moment. They were heading for the never-ending fields in the sub-territory commonly going under the name Terra Lupin. ”This part of the lands in front of us is called Terra Lupin, and you will soon see why,” lush green fields that would explode with lupin flowers when summer crept closer. He adored these parts of the territory, and so did a wide variety of game.
”In the middle of the territory and to the north we have two human city ruins. Many of us live in Wolfville, the city nestled in-between everything and there’s a lot of space. In the west we have old, abandoned wine yards and endless fields where the humans used to have farms.” There was a large variety of scenery here. ”Southwest lies Flander’s Field, where beautiful human graves and statues hide in-between the rich green lands. Unfortunately part of the formerly inhabited area there was put to the touch in a war that recently ended, so part of it is still covered with ash and burnt ruins.” Conor had been once of the wolves that had lived in a resurrected cabin in Flander’s field, but they had moved to the heart of Wolfville when the war had broken out to protect the children they were taking care of. Mew Sadira had disappeared since then and Conor supposed he was their father now.
”Directly southwest of here we have Demon’s Trail, and you should always be careful if you spend time there, as there are gashes in the ground hidden by grass and other growth. I have three children that I care for at home and I never allow them to go there without an adult to watch them.” Lavender eyes danced to the new member, hoping he was not boring the other while trying to play the role of a guide. ”Beyond the fields of Terra Lupin is Oberon’s Spring. Many of the streams you see here are smaller branches of the large river running through there, and the lake is the best fishing spot in the territory, although Dahlia’s northern borders face the sea as well.” The lands were richer than most, and now when Conor described the smaller territories within the pack’s grasp he recalled how large and wealthy the pack had been when he was a puppy. Change happened so quickly.