Young and strong paws almost seemed to dance as the boy moved closer to Phoenix Valley’s borders. He had avoided this place for far too long. Absently, he wondered if uncle Lysander was still around. Although Conor Soul never truly had warmed up to the man that had taken care of the Soul litter after their mother staged the kidnapping, he had not disliked the doggish male either. The Phoenix Valley male had treated them well and the day Conor had gone missing it was not because he had attempted to escape – but because he had simply gotten lost. The young, golden male traced the borders quickly, suddenly aching to break into the pack lands and find Lysander’s cabin. He was surprised at this urge, allowing lavender orbs to dance across the claimed area. Would they understand if he asked to be taken there? Well, why not call for Lysander in person? Muzzle lifted and he called out for his former guardian, unaware of the fact that Lysander no longer lived here.
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