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"Oh!" Luke exclaimed, though he hushed himself, as Dante begun to answer. He was from Lasher's pack, and Osprey's, and Mordecai's and now Harlyn's, and Saena's and Valtyr's former. The blue-nosed wolf had met many of the plateau wolves, even Peregrine and Fox had once called the place home. It was a wonder who he had not met, and it certainly spoke to the health and longevity of the pack. Had he not been so against living away from water and were he not promised to Harlyn's upcoming pack, it would have been natural for him to seek a life there, among wolves whom he had found companionship and more. He smiled warmly.

"I'm a lone wolf for now," he answered in turn. "I've actually met quite a few of your packmates. Lasher, Osprey, Mordecai, Harlyn. Some former ones too - Saena, Valtyr. Even Peregrine and Fox." His tail swished. "Long standing pack is it? Big, too?"