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He had never really been one to believe in destiny or fate. Some of his family members had preached to him about the great unknown and all of them could recall certain tales or stories that would suggest that something larger than them was at work. Sawyer was a man of reason, though, and he’d never found himself too wrapped up in the thought to let it sink in. When the dark man Stark had returned the question, Sawyer quirked and brow and gave him a sidelong glance.
 
“I don’t know a whole lot about ‘em,” he answered honestly albeit a bit sheepishly. Darting his gaze toward the ground, the golden wolf shrugged his shoulders and heaved a sigh. “I get the jitters talkin’ to new folks sometimes,” he then added, as if it would explain why he didn’t know very much about the wolves he had found a home with. Then again, Sawyer always had lived his life in something of a lackadaisical fashion. His mama had always said it was part of his charm.