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The female stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes scanning him intensely. She didn't seem to keen on starting a conversation, but something about the female intrigued Zeke. He wanted to know more about her, like where she'd come from. Any wolf could smell the pack scent on her pelt, but what pack was it? Were they friendly or should he steer clear of them? Unfortunately before he could learn anything, the female turned and fled from him. He watched her disappear into the brush, she seemed in a hurry. His mind swam with thoughts. She he pursue her? No, he didn't want to scare her. He should let her leave. His lips curled back into a sad smirk, he for some reason felt guilty. On the outside, he was stone cold, didn't talk much and stayed to himself. But he had actually been pretty interested in talking with her. He hadn't even got her name.

With a frustrated sigh, the dark grey male stood on his rock, looking down into the drained foliage below. He began to wonder if all of Teekon would be so dried. No matter, it was a new home so it would do. He made a new nest where he was, a take two on his earlier midday nap. He preferred sleeping in the sunlight and moving at night. During they day, it was warm, and he couldn't be snuck up upon. At night it was cooler, and he could sneak up on others. That was how he liked it.

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