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So the two did know one another. Again, Tweed glanced back and forth between the two. But he wasn't convinced by the answers they offered. "No," he replied. Perhaps it would have been easy to join them in their quest to form a group, but Tweed could not stand going through what he had been through again. He had trusted the wolves of his previous pack down to the bone, but he didn't know these two (nor the third wolf they spoke of) one tiny bit. He wasn't about to trust them with his life... no matter how little time he had left in this world.

Smart enough to know when to skedaddle, Tweed did just that. Without so much as another syllable to the two wolves, he bolted as quickly as his weak muscles would take him away from this land they claimed to be claiming. He no longer had any reason to stick around, nor was he in the mood to pick fights.