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He was satisfied with what he had seen of the plateau, the signs left behind by the deer that called it home. So when Diane stated to share with him some details about her previous home, he slowed his pace and then lowered his haunches to the ground, with his tail folded against his flank. He sat facing her, offering her his attention and interest both.

He found the division of jobs according to a wolf's size curious; in fact the division of jobs at all was curious. Under his reign it was left to his wolves to do as they felt was needed, with hunting and patrolling pretty much the only tasks to tend to presently. Each wolf could dig a den for itself, or shelter beneath their own pelt under an open sky.

He hummed quietly in thought. "Makes sense," he said after a moment of consideration. "But I have no need to dictate jobs here. The pack is pretty good at making sure things are tended to, and everyone is free to find where they fit and practice the skills they are interested in."

He grinned at her. "You can dig dens for folks if you want," he teased.