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A howl came to his ears as the male was on his way towards the Manor. It was a stranger’s tone, floating from the general direction of the borders. Oak thought of the last wolf he met there, a female that had been acting a bit oddly. Though not particularly judgmental Oak had shrugged off her actions and her scent. The male had been in the western realm of Crimson Dreams, the hunting grounds of the pack, and came home empty handed. With thoughts of his lack of luck he figured he would let another member great the loner.
His bed called to him, disappointment from the unsuccessful hunt draining whatever energy he had left. Oak paused; he could almost see the tall mansion in sight. But instead of heading for it the male began his trot in the direction of the howl’s origin. It wouldn’t be right to leave the canine alone on the border, it would be placing too much trust into the paws of a beast he had never known. With that thought Oak’s gait increased, taking to a trot.
Black nose searched for any clue to who the stranger might be, and as he neared Oak found that it was a pack wolf, and male. He had not gone to visit their newer neighbor, and he could not place a name to the scent. It brought a greater curiosity and his steps became just a bit quicker.
After what felt like forever the male came upon him, and Oak almost felt as if he was looking into his own reflection. The other’s underbelly was brighter, as was his reddish pelt. But their likeness was obvious. Gruff was not like Oak, but he was a defender of the pack lands and sought to prove it. This is Crimson Dreams, what business do you seek here? He asked, voice even and neither hostile nor cordial.
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