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  He had taken himself upriver, and now his paws sunk into the muddy earth bellow. An amber gaze flickered this way and that, studying the surroundings with a bit of fascination. But still, it had reminded him of the dark woods were he was kept as prisoner. Than a slave. But luckily he had escaped with the help of the only kindhearted wolves he knew there. He was quick to go up to the lake, carve in his new wound on his body, and meet someone new. The new wound had made his body ache, but he didn't really mind. The boy had inflicted so much pain on his own body, he couldn't really feel pain anymore.

 His eyes gazed over to a pelt rippling from afar. As curious as he was, he went towards the shape, unafraid. The figure morphed into a wolf as he got closer. She seemed to be plucking berries off a bush. His paws were soundless as he crept up from behind. He stood behind the girl studying her movement. "Hey there miss."