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Artaax knew that the goal was to not be detected by his quarry. And yet, his eyes narrowed and his grin sharpened as the stranger's hackles prickled along is spine and he turned to cast his gaze about. The boy's heart thrummed with excitement as the other wolf's voice slipped across the still air between the trees. He had no plan to attack his new packmate, which was fortunate. Fortunate for Artaax, of course, for it would obviously have been him in a world of hurt and not Hux no matter how unprepared the latter would be.

Pride swelled within him at his successful stalkery, and so Artaax straightened as he crept forward and emerged from the thicket a few yards ahead of where Hux stood. He lfited his chin as he stood tall before the newcomer, tail wagging and face beaming with a smile. "It's me!" he announced with a happy little wriggle of his bum, "Artaax. I heard about you." He tilted his head slightly, trying to show off yet again over how he knew of Hux and he was so very certain Hux did not know of him. One day, he'd learn that it was an even more impressive thing to have one's reputation precede them. But for today, he thought his lack of popularity to be something of merit.