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Issun followed dark furred female, confused and nervous of what was to come. Maybe she wanted him to see the others, or maybe Burke. Or, better yet, the puppies. Just thinking about it made his stomach churn. The warrior kept close behind Malice, anxiousness filling his bones.

When they had stopped in a clearing, his eyes began to wonder. A small, nervous smile stretched across his maw. The feeling was strange and foreign. He turned his attention to the grey male before him. Blackfeather's formal alpha and the one who had snatched Malice away from them. Issun kept his mouth shut, figuring it would be best for Malice to explain his presence. His gaze had averted to a smaller wolves and his eyes lit up. A pup, Malice's pup. His tail thumped the ground and his smile hadn't ceased.