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Meeting all the members of her pack hadn't ever been a priority for Tokyo. When she was newer, it mattered more; it was important to impress and suck up to those that were higher than you. She had been far less driven now that she was effectively the second highest ranking member of the pack. The trickle of members disappearing had done far more for her status than Haku had ever been able to do. So there wasn't really that many wolves left that she cared to meet.
Besides, it wasn't like she had oodles of free time anymore. Even though King was growing older, and needed her less constantly, raising a son was still a full time job. He still liked it when she hunted for him, and for once Tokyo didn't even mind it. She enjoyed the pleasure that her kills brought her son. She supposed eventually she should suck up some to Conor, but he hadn't been much more than a mewling puppy until very recently, and now there was all the fresh bitterness and uneasiness she nurtured over the whole Haku incident.
Her paws had felt restless, though. After letting King know she'd be gone for most of the day, she took her favorite hike, following the coastline west from her den and enjoying the various gradients of beaches that she passed. The skies threatened rain, but after surviving the storms of winter she wasn't too dissuaded by the potential of getting a little wet. All it meant was that she'd have to spend a few hours tidying up in her den at some point shortly after, which honestly was one of Tokyo's favorite things to do ever anyway.
Her ice blue eyes caught on a small form at the end of a dock. Had she really made it all the way to Wolfville already? Amazing how quickly the time raced by. The small form was lying prone, and the first thought that crossed her mind was that maybe it was dead. Curiosity dragged her to examine it closer. No, it was breathing. And a puppy. She looked younger than King, but that didn't necessarily say anything about her age as King was distinctly big for the scant... five months he'd been alive? Wow, had it already been five? Tokyo nudged the sleeping form with her nose, vaguely interested in talking now that that goal was not very difficult to achieve.
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