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all welcome. please excuse the quality of this post, it is the product of sleep-deprivation word count: 264 Theodoric had possessed the right to call the Mountain Pack '127.0.0.1' for a few days now, but other than meeting one of the alphas and stumbling blindly through the massive underground pack den, he was no closer to understanding this new way of life than he had been on the first day of his arrival. He supposed that he should be setting up his loom and begin the work he knew best, but instinct told him that the upcoming winter would leave time aplenty for that. Nay, he'd go and make the most of the moderate weather while it lasted. Besides, the wool and loom represented a degree of permanence he was not yet ready to accept. Instead, the greyscale male searched for a way to make himself useful; a task never difficult for an able body and a mind for work. He noticing that, although the den had a cavern suited for a fire, there were no visible stores of wood (none that he could see, anyway). Theo supposed that a pack living in a forest as thick as this one would have little to worry about as far as tinder was concerned, but he also figured that an added convenience of a woodpile would not go unwelcome. Before long, Theo had located a stand of dead and decaying trees, and he set about the task of reducing the once-imposing trees into usable wood blocks. His ax rang a steady thump-thunk! through the restless autumn woodlands and the Betalpha himself, unused to such physical exertions, was soon coated in a thin layer of sweat.

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