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Tharin's ears pricked up at the cry. The fish hanging in his mouth flopped around, attempting escape. He had been planning on bringing it back for Lucia to play with, since it wasn't very big. Land prey was more his thing anyways. The voice was different from what he had expected, not a wolf's pure cry like he was used to, or the stranger shorter cries from some of his mixed pack mates. This was something entirely new for the northern wolf.
He carried the fish towards the border, wondering who it could possibly be. It was only once he could smell the strange canine that it occurred to him it might be one of the canines that had been attacking his pack mates. Hackles raised he continued the rest of the distance, trying to look as fierce as possible with fish locked in his mouth. Dropping it down he looked up, confusion clear on his features. She didn't seem like one of the attackers. She was so small. What are you?
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