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Terich really hated mountains, but if Capri and Tagg wanted to found their pack within the spires of this one, then he would learn how to handle his fear. At least there was ground in their future packland that wasn't mountainous, and that was where Terich would likely make his den. They had yet to see how the area would react to rain or other severe weather, but for now that's where he would sleep. 

The DeMonte scouted the hollows of their claim just as Taggarik did, startling the otherwise peaceful landscape and fauna as he went. However, the birds and squirrels were quick to return to their previous spots as he moved on, seeking out the perfect spot for a densite nestled in the dark hollows of their future home. Ahead he saw a swathe of black and his heart leapt; his alpha, strong and true, was nearby. He barked softly and closed the gap between them with a few long strides. When Terich saw Taggarik ahead, he slowed and crawled beneath the wolf's chest, licking his chin in supplication, before moving back a few yards.

"How goes the scouting, my king?" While it wasn't official quite yet, Terich-mir already saw the other as his alpha and king, and would follow him with Capri by their sides.