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The Gampr is a regular presence at the borders. There is comfort in the routine. It fulfills the deep-seated desire to guard and protect that has been specifically sought after in his bloodline and satisfies a baser need to ensure firsthand that the wolves who have become his family (and the six little wolfdogs they love so fiercely) are safe. It’s not enough to entrust such a task to the other seawolves, even though he does trust them. He has to feel the sand beneath his own paws. See with his own eyes.

A voice in the distance catches his attention. Short-cropped ears strain forward, but it was just a scrap of sound that he couldn’t decipher. Nevertheless, he recognizes the speaker immediately as Maegi, the pack’s newest Daggertooth, and picks up his pace. He’s moving at a slow trot by the time he reaches the young wolf and the stranger, and offers a cordial chuff of greeting to the latter with a warmer rumble for the former. He hangs back, nodding toward Maegi, letting her know that he’s here if she needs him but that he’s fine with her being in the driver’s seat.