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He had a couple wolves with him now. The pack was coming together, but he would not officialise their claim until there were four, a respectable number that could appropriately defend their borders. It was on these borders, still yet unmarked, that he found himself roaming again.

It was mid-afternoon, snow fell in big, languid flakes, so delicate and light they clung to his dark hairs as if by tiny fingers, precariously perched and dislodged with the slightest bit of movement or wind. The black wolf found one of the ridge's many stony outcroppings, and ascended it. The toes of his broad paws flexed and gripped at the edge as he gazed out across the land sprawling before him. If there was movement out there, he would spot it.