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"The ridge is nice. Not as craggy or full of peaks as I expected." When Capri first told him she wanted to live with Taggarik on a ridge, Terich was afraid of the crags and peaks and sheer height of such a thing. But in reality, the ridge was gentler than he expected, and the peaks were much easier to avoid than in his childhood home. Terich hated heights and mountains, but this ridge seemed to be easier to navigate so far. "I don't know if Capri told you, but I've had an aversion to mountains since I was little." Terich wasn't afraid of that making him look weak; every wolf had a past they could not change. What Terich hoped Taggarik saw was his ability to change, to move past his own fears, and conquer them for the sake of the pack.

Terich nodded to his last question. "Aye, we'll be joining you. She wouldn't have it any other way." The grin that split his maw was knowing. Capri wanted to be close tot he most powerful wolf, and who better than Taggarik? She hadn't said anything or hinted that it might be the case, but Terich knew that her time was near, and her dealings with children back at the creek had been enough to tell him that soon she'd want a family. It was instinct that told him this more than any conversation they might have. "How many wolves have you gathered?" he asked softly, stepping into line with Taggarik as he resumed his walk, Terich-mir beside him.