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Taggarik's sentiment, though not understood, wasn't wrong. Within a matter of hours, the wolf's head would be ringing with the pain of his aching brain and he would have to go lie down for the remainder of the afternoon. For now it was just a dull throb that would remain for a while before finally escalating.

With a soft grunt as the dizziness passed, the beta wolf found his feet again and brushed past Taggarik with a bump of his jaw along the superior wolf's leg. He would go back to patrolling now, if he had the opportunity. Taggarik was, of course, welcomed to join him with a waving tail and open body language.