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He had grown up in a pack that never allowed more than a dozen adults to call it home; the same as every other pack he had known and the same way he ran his own pack. It was a comfortable number at its peak, numbers enough to prosper but not too many that the ranks were disorderly and the resources stretched thin. Tagg was not a wolf that fixed what was not broken, and so he continued the tradition.

He nodded as she told him she would pursue what he wanted. Indeed, that did please him, and he flashed her a grin that would have said as much.

"Oh, no," he chuckled. "It's short for Taggarik. It is from my mother's tongue, ah, some language of the far north. It means to be dark, the darkest." Something to that effect. He gestured with a cant of his head toward his own shoulder. "Black fur, you know. My brothers and sisters were cream and tan." It was a relative on his father's side that granted him his coat.