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He had not invited the brown wolf to the mountains the way he had invited the others, but the black wolf would welcome any who were prepared to submit to him as their leader, and who could pull their own weight. He would not ask for much, only that a wolf work for their pack, and in turn the pack would work for them. It was a simple philosophy, one he suspected the brown wolf could uphold perhaps better than any of his other prospects. From what little he had seen of the male, he appeared to be markedly in touch with the natural order of things, on which Taggarik's principles were founded.

Farstep, whose name was not known to Taggarik, approached in a servile manner. It was well received by the black wolf, whose own tail rose above the line of his spine, the full length swaying gently as he received the other's respect. He shifted, nosing through the shorter furs on the other's crown before sniffing his neck. There was nothing novel or exciting to be found and he stepped away, inviting the other to come along with his approachable posture and a sweep of his tail. Their positions here were now established, just as had been done with Terich.

"What do you think of the mountain so far?" He commented, yet unaware that this wolf did not speak, not in words.