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Luke flicked an ear at the young male's answer and furrowed his brows momentarily, not appreciating the do you really think I could... start off. It came across a bit rude but the blue-nosed wolf was quick to shrug it off with a literal roll of his shoulders. He did not think the male had meant anything by it. "Younger wolves often take an older Alpha's rank," he replied back simply. "It's not about age." Just because Ryker was young and inexperienced did not mean he could not form his own pack. Even if he had never been in one, most wolves were born with the instinct to function in one, and some were natural born leaders at that. "You should give a pack a try sometime," Luke suggested, if only because he knew wolves belonged in a pack and he thought this boy should have the experience before deciding he did not like it. "You can always leave again if it don't suit you, but you never know, you might love it." The white wolf flashed him a smile.

"I'm going to head back down I think. See you around!" With a friendly wave of his tail, Luke departed Ryker and struck off back towards the lowlands.