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Valtyr couldn't completely give himself over to the idea of sleeping in a group. The concept was too new — too abnormal — for a wolf so accustomed to solitude. Though he tried, night after night, the young man found himself pressing closer and closer to the walls of their sietch, desperate for a proper slumber beneath the stars. However, the Sveijarn was resolute in his desire for camaraderie and so he returned every evening — as he was asked to.

However, this particular morning caused him rise earlier than usual despite his unrest. A new scent wafted through the cove and tickled his nose. The young male's blood suddenly ran hot as copper eyes watched the last wisps of Pearl's white tail leave the den. A deeply wired instinct spurred the firefoot to his paws and quietly meander after the alabaster waif. Yet one burnt ear turned to the side... he was cautious in his approach for he knew two things. One: he had already been reprimanded by a previous alpha for attempting to court, and two: Sebastian had explicitly asked him to control these impulses. Though normally a calm and passive creature, Valtyr was also a man entering his prime and he could not hide his wanton gaze as he peered around the foyer wall to spy at the conversing women.