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The female only observed him, though she seemed to be at least somewhat familiar with the other male. Green eyes flickered back and forth between them, the gears in Tweed's brain slowly creaking and clicking into place. The darker wolf spoke again, this time offering Tweed a place to stay. That was something that caused his eyes to focus a bit more, his ears to perk up, and his posture to straighten. "Your own?" he asked, voice obviously rarely used for the past several weeks.

His eyes settled on the female, wondering if that was his only other recruit. If that was the case, did Tweed really want to join up with just two others? He sought stability, not something new and untested. Three wolves against the world was not enough, was it?