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Endymion had been so busy with the supervision of the children that he hadn’t noticed the lack of firewood. Sighing, he made his way to the bare, charred section of the floor where fires usually were. A few glowing embers remained, but otherwise the fire pit was empty. Hands on his hips, the russet young man made his way back through the natural corridors, tucking his head briefly into the family quarters as he passed by. No puppies occupied the cavern, so he supposed they were out with their mother. Not getting into trouble, he hoped. The Graduierter traveled further down into the vast pack den until he reached his own quarters. It was quite drab, but consisted of a few things, both luxuries and necessities: a thin mattress on the floor in a corner, a small shelf against the wall opposite the entrance which held a collection of wooden carvings, and a leather pack in another corner. Endymion strolled deliberately across the small den to the pack, and began pulling out its contents. When it was empty, he slung it over his back and exited his den, out into the corridors once more.
The crisp November air was refreshing after the somewhat dampness of the cavern. Veering off the path that led to and from the den entrance, the amber w0lf weaved through the trees and their protruding branches, most of those which leaves littered the ground. His pale eyes scanned the forest floor for relatively dry, dead branches that had fallen from the trees above, but the red and gold leaves were making the job difficult. It would probably take him quite a while, finding enough firewood to last the pack for the month, but Endymion didn’t care. He was hardly a being to sit idly by while there was a problem to be solved. Another factor which made him similar to his mother. Traipsing further into the woods, a thumping sound began a slow crescendo through the air. The two-year-old paused, shin-deep in leaves, his nose quivering slightly. He noted several scents in the air, but nothing out of the ordinary. The only odd thing was the dull noise. Endymion was stationary for a few more moments, then began his search again when he finally figured that the source of the noise wasn’t getting any closer or further away. He was going in its general direction, so he really didn’t have to hurry towards it either. He would find it in due time.
As he emerged from the tangled of trees, the thumping sound grew louder, and he soon discovered the source. The grayscale male was chopping up a dead tree with an axe! Why hadn’t Endymion thought of that? Smiling, the Graduierter strolled over to the stranger. He could tell that the older male was a newcomer from the faint, but quite distinct, scent of _Jaded Shadows. “Hello!” said he, cheerfully, pulling his empty leather pack off and dropping it to the ground at his side.
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