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They didn't make him wait long. Rather, she didn't make him wait long. A pale figure materialized from the shadows of dusk, coming toward him. She was large, with white fur and scars, like the grandmother he'd never met. She had died just before he was born. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind, lowering his head and splaying his ears as the she-wolf came closer.

"What do you want?" she wanted to know and inwardly, he snidely thought, Who says I want anything? Aloud, however, he spoke lightly. "Well, I literally just stumbled across your pack's scent. I'm on the market for a new home and since you're here..." He paused, smiling faintly as he gestured at the mountain behind her. "Is this your pack? Are you accepting applications?"