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The dark-furred wolf seemed visibly relieved to hear that the fighting was essentially over. Ehno could hardly blame him. If he had ventured into an unfamiliar region only to learn that there was war being waged between the packs, he knew he would be hightailing it out of there at the first opportunity. Kostya offered him another question, one thankfully unrelated to the war.
“It’s called Crimson Dreams, just to the south of here. We’re a peaceful bunch—well, before the fighting began. We’re like… a big family, really.” That was the best way Ehno could describe them. True, a good portion of the Dreamers actually were his family, but anyone who joined them was welcomed with open arms. A social wolf like Ehno was right at home in such a close-knit community that made up the membership of Crimson Dreams. Kostya didn’t seem to belong to any pack, if his words and his scent were anything to go by. He had mentioned coming from Russia. The Marino wondered when he had arrived, and if he’d come alone.
“Have you been around these parts long?” he asked as he began to move some of the broken pieces of lumber, carefully, so as not to agitate his fresh wounds. There was a small room just past this bit of rubble that he remembered going into before. The building must have been subjected to more decay since the last time he’d been here.