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A scrawny wolf was nipping at buzzing flies at his coat. Pritmor would normally feel they shamed and labeled him of a lowlife, expect he was smiling and wagging his tail. Excited tingling in the digits of his paws explained his change of luck with meetings of strong looking wolves. The whitish male was not near importance but a little eye contact and less harsh words made his day.

He perks his ears to a distant howling and thought it included him in some way. Leaving the flies to nestle in his pelt, he fast walked to the summonging voice. He didn't have a pack yet so he was a loner. Pritmor slows to the crystalling lake, his morals shortening to see a battle scarred wolf. "I heard something?" He sighs, not getting closer to the big wolf.