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It was a big step for him to move away from his hometown. He already felt nervous around most people there, why would it be any different here? He did not know what wolves were like in Nova Scotia. Maybe everyone already knew each other here and he would not be accepted. What did he know? He was already a bit of a failure anyhow. He was thin and weak. He was not fierce at all. What if they ever needed him in a fight? What if they needed him to hunt food? Oh god, he was miserable.
Ash found himself wandering in an open field, trying to avoid others. The trees were sparse here, it must have been clear cut at one point. The grass was tall, but thin, as if planted once. Of course, it was incredibly overgrown and felt a bit like marching through a jungle to walk through it. But Ash was taller than the grass, and managed. At the end of the clearing was a small, white building with a narrow steeple on top. A church. The windows were broken and it was in desperate need of a paint job, but it was still as much of a church as it would have been when it was new.
Interested, he stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the glass on the floor. He scooted it away from him with a swift kick of his foot, careful not to stab himself in the meantime. Grass was growing out of the cracks in the ground, and vines were climbing through the windows. There was a stained glass window at the back of the church with a yellow cross in the center. There was a hole in the corner, but for the most part it was still intact. Ash walked through the aisles and knelt before the molding podium. He had not prayed in a long time, but if he could have any help from above, this would be a good time for it.
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