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Vega had yet to return to Bearclaw Valley – nor held any intention to do so. She considered herself a lone wolf once more, and with each passing day, the scent of the Valley wolves faded even more from her fur. She sought more from life – a pack that would be familial, rather than judgmental and distrusting.
 
She moved closer to the north now, exploring parts of Teekon Wilds that she had never seen before. The valley that stretched before her now did little to hold her attention, but it made for easy travel.
 
It wasn’t until her eyes fell upon a pale form – one seemingly interested at something upon the ground. Bright highlights of cinnamon could be seen upon the female form – and even more interesting to the ebony wolf, the missing part of her tail. Ushering a low bark of greeting, the she-wolf kept her distance, uncertain to how the other wolf would react to her presence.