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Hviske had found himself separated from his companion for the time being, the Shepherd guiding his paws somewhere nearby. 

The wind brought the scent of a pack to his nose, and hurt stirred in his heart, his muzzle pointing toward the ground.

He used to be a pack wolf. Used to have a family. The young one couldn't make his - paws - go closer to them. Their scent filled him with worry and fear. What if his presence wasn't worth it to them? What if he was a burden? What if they didn't like him?

A knot formed in his throat. Memories flashed in his mind, and the wolfling sniffled, hoping he was alone. Ma and Da wouldn't want him to go without a pack if he didn't have to, and from what she had said, there were many to choose from. 

Every step felt like a boulder had stepped on his paws, and he shook with the effort. 

So close to other wolves, so far away-

Would he ever know the right plan for him? 

What did the Shepherd want? Why did she allow such things to happen to one so young and indecisive!?