For the times, they are a-changin'
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So long he had been away. At first, he had been captivated by his own thoughts, taking to late wandering walks through the lands. From there, he progressed ever out, into the neutral lands and beyond. It wasn't long before Moose had realized he had traveled too far.

Once more he found himself lost. However, this time would be different. He had a pack; he once more belonged, and he was determined not to lose what he had sought for so long. Things would be different here, he had resolved that once they had accepted him.

No more had he stepped into the pack boundaries again, a little haggard and lean from his journey than a howl met his ears. Weary paws carried him quickly over the pack's terrain until he arrived at the meeting place. Several wolves (both those he knew and some he didn't) were already gathered. Ashamed at his absence, the Wild took a seat towards the outside, awaitting commencement.


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