The Difference Between Right and Wrong
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A bark brought Tharin out of his thoughts. Lifting his head he sniffed the air. It was the black alpha. He'd met him before, seeing the luperci stretched out on the ground. Tharin was a little uncertain of what to make of his leader. He had been on two legs, yet had been moving on four. Tharin didn't know whether it was easier to accept Zalen acting like that or not. He was adjusting to the idea of two leggers, if slower than another might have. His tail wagged softly, low to the ground with his ears respectfully back. Tharin crouched down a little, doing his best to be respectful to his alpha.

Zalen's nose pressed into him, greeted by a soft whine. Tharin licking at the alpha's chin happily. He was glad that Zalen was on four legs, letting him know what to do instead of standing there puzzled, wondering how to interact with the wolf who was on two legs. It was a lot harder figuring out what to do then. Hello alpha. It's a beautiful place here. His voice was warm, looking over the view. He was lucky to be in such a fantastic pack, one that ran the way he was used to, if still different in style. That was only to be expected though. After all, the leaders weren't the same, and they had two leggers here as well. It couldn't be the same.


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