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Shortly, Goldhawk was greeted by a packwolf as he'd anticipated — but he hadn't dared hope that the one to meet him would be such a warrior-looking chap. Big and confident, the grey male stood before him a curious sentinel, and Goldhawk's expectations skyrocketed. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it looked like soldiers might be welcome in this pack.

A home, good sir, he exclaimed in cheery reply, immediately dipping down into a low and elaborate bow of respect. A place to fight for, to sing with, and to rest my weary wotsit.