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Once again, Tytonidae strayed from her (hopeful) home. She was on the lookout for other wolves, and although she had crossed several territories without encountering one, she still had hope that she would run into one at some point. Bhediyon was growing, and as the days passed, more wolves pledged themselves to the cause. To say she was excited was a gross understatement. She was thrilled to finally be cultivating something. A community, a group of wolves that would look out for one another—not because they were expected to—but because they wanted to.

Her travels brought her south and east, and she found herself walking among a rather delightful field of flowers. Not only that, but Ty's attention was drawn to a single dark figure in the distance. A potential recruit! Excited by this prospect, she loped forward, eager to meet this new wolf. And yet... when the thick, recognizable scent of the caldera reached her nose, she relived Birk telling her that her father had died. Ty pushed that thought aside, put on her best smile, and woofed to announce her presence. "Hi there!"