J-Moon Called
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To hear Shandom vouch for his skill in hunting brought a smile to Tharin's face. He hadn't known the wolf for long, but at least it appeared that his time spent hunting hadn't been wasted. It had been enough to prove that he could hunt, and well. He didn't get the whole 'seeking for a pack that followed the old ways', as he did live that way, and didn't see it as old at all. It was simply how life was. The alphess' powerful gaze shifted over to him, talking clearly. It appeared that showing respect to the gamma had been the best decision of his life, accepting him into the pack with very little fuss.

A whine of happiness slipped through him. Licked on the snout he lifted his head, happily licking at Titania's chin, ears laid back as his tail wagged happily. He had a pack. He wished that he was in his old pack, but this was good. Maybe it could become his new home, allow him to forget the shame that drove him to not return. Standing up he crossed over the borders, a little hesitant at first. He glanced over at his new pack members, tail wagging, before bounding into a run, eager to explore the extent of his new home, and find all that lived within it.


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