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Harlyn listened quietly as her packmate spoke, nodding gently along.  A smile slipped across her muzzle as she finished.  The alpha was happy the newcomer had found her place amongst them.  It was important to her that all within her borders found themselves at home.

"Yes, the life of a lone wolf is difficult even at the best of times," Harlyn replied, her own memories flashing in her mind, "Our kind was not meant to wander alone."  The earth mother was just as kind as she was harsh and unrelenting.  But that was a dour subject, and that was a life that was behind both of them now.

"I've been meaning to ask everyone," Harlyn proceeded conversationally, switching subjects smoothly, "What sort of things interest you?  In terms of what you'd like to do for the pack?"  Harlyn was herself a self-proclaimed healer and tale weaver, though the latter was not so often considered valuable to all packs she had encountered.  Anything for which her wolves bore a passion was valuable in her eyes, however.  It was passion that kept the soul thriving and therefore kept wolves both physically and mentally strong.