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The dark wolf seemed friendly enough in the response that was given to Sawyer. He nodded his head sternly and found himself wondering why he had truly marched out there to give a stranger a hard time. Perhaps it was the idea that he had really entered himself into the ranks of another pack. The fear of wanting to leave was looming over him already. Commitment had never been a strong suit for Sawyer. He liked to live his life with one foot out the door. It allowed him to get comfortable but not complacent with his surroundings. If he could always leave, the fear was not quite as present as swearing an oath to remain.
 
When the wolf inquired to Sawyer how the forest was faring in the famine, the gold-cloaked wolf furrowed his brows a bit and frowned. “We’re doin’ the best we can with what we got,” he remarked. “But I haven’t been ‘round here long enough to know too much ‘bout what happened.” He certainly had not been in the Teekon Wilds long enough to have truly endured the lack of food and the destruction of the terrain. Furrowing his brows down a bit and frowning thoughtfully, he canted his head a bit to the other male. “Where are y’all located then?” he requested.