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Ookaan. The word should mean home, though he wasn't entirely sure why he had decided to return to the meadow with Alo. He had been battling his inner demons for some time, and yet he knew that a wolf was nothing without a pack. The virtuous path made sense. In so much so as something for him to strive for, aside from redemption for his actions. Marek was struggling to come to terms, and his inner struggle was going to break him if he didn't begin to focus on his role in the pack. He needed to meet his pack mates, as new to Ookaan as he was himself, and forge bonds. He needed to determine where his worth lie in so far as serving Ookaan. Did he believe in Kamali as Alo did? Or was he simply willing to accept her beliefs and respect them, while he lived a godless life. Fall. He stated aloud, loudy, his voice demanding. He was seated amongst the cottonwoods along the southern edge of the meadow, though time irrelevant in his mind, the sun was just rising on what should be a beautiful fair weathered day. The wolf continued daring them to crush his body beneath their weight. He would struggle.