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Tagg had cast the invitation for her and Terich to join him, and Capri had talked it over with her silver companion. He was a wolf who despised the mountains, given his past, but he had agreed to check it out. Graciously, the she-wolf had stayed by his side, encouraging him as they made their way to the rather impressive mountains and feeling a hint of guilt for asking him as such. There was nothing stopping them from continuing onward – to finding an impressive forest, or valley in which to lay claim – but something about the ebony wolf had felt promising, and so, the two had decided to test the waters.
 
They were young yet.
 
Capri had trailed away from Terich-mir for a bit – following the trail that Tagg had left behind, albeit faintly. She would find him perched upon the steep slopes, his large form impressive not only in size, but the casual dominance that seemed to surround him. As if she could mimic such confidence, the girl sashayed forward, her ears sliding back to her skull as a sign of subservience to the position he made to stake claim on. Her periwinkle yes drifted to another, who lingered nearby, and with arched brows, she cast her frosted gaze back to Tagg – had he been building his empire?