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[Pilot Haddon]

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Pilot offered a smile, though it didn’t come as freely and openly as it would have in the past. He had been an eccentric and lively youth, but much of that had faded away. What was left now was a wolf that Pilot himself had trouble identifying. Perhaps that’s why he felt the need to find something which would make him feel whole again. He just wasn’t sure what that was yet.

"Hi there," he responded, casually raising a hand in the air in greeting. He continued his way towards the other white wolf, before stopping just a few yards away. "I don’t think I’ve met you before, have I? My name’s Pilot Haddon." This stranger didn’t smell strongly of an unfamiliar scent, so he assumed he must have been a member of the tribe as well.

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