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If the ridge leader needed one thing, it was the carefree distraction that his beta male provided as he came to his side and offered a nip. It was with a gentle growl that Taggarik turned and sought to chew lightly upon his companion's ear, but as his muzzle swung toward it his nose caught the scent his fellow bore. So his teeth clicked in the air as he paused, and then he nosed into the wolf's nape.

Bear. It was one of the ridge's other predators, along with the occasional mountain lion. Their presence was not a bother to the wolves, but the strong reek in his beta's fur told him that he had found a den and not merely a scat pile.

The black wolf stepped back, giving his beta an inquisitive look.