It was early morning, and it was already warm and slightly humid on the shore of Wheeling Gull Isle. Majesty stood with his eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the waves beat against the island. His island. No - their island. They had all worked hard for it, and he would not be here now, ready to claim this small piece of the Teekon Wilds without them. Naya, Silvermane, and Beric had all played an integral part in the creation of the pack, and he could not help but smile as he thought of them. They were his friends, and he would do all he could to do right by them.

And so, as he lifted his head up to the sky, facing the cliffs and the forest of his new home, he let out a howl that not only claimed the beautiful place as his, but also meant, Thank you. Thank you, friends, he thought, as his voice rose high into the salty, damp, ocean air. Thank you for helping my dream become a reality. I hope this becomes your dream, as well. And - we finally made it!

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Beric stood on the shores of the island, his back to the ocean, his gaze scanning the land. The island was just big enough to hold a good-sized pack. With water on all sides, he figured it wouldn't be difficult to keep trespasser off. They would most likely come from the main land, and he was already making plans of patrolling that shore the most.

His ears perked when the call rang out. Majesty was claiming the island for his pack. Another voice rang out, but Beric didn't recognize it. That didn't surprise him, as he hadn't met the rest of the pack yet. Throwing his head back, he joined in with his own voice, pledging his loyalty to Majesty and the pack. When the call was done, he made his way to the group. Introductions would come soon enough.

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