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Winter was coming, and for the first time in awhile, the cinnamon wolf did not dread the colder months. They held a small pack – but they were solid on members, and the puppies were healthy. He had spent winter once in Neverwinter Forest prior to his current stay – the pack had been much different then, and times had changed.. but they had fared fine.
 
Lumbering through the thick pines, it was a beckoning call that caused him to pause for only a moment, considering the voice. Unfamiliar mostly, he could only determine it was the pale she-wolf his sons had more or less accepted only a few weeks before. Without hesitating, the regal allowed his own sharp cry to lift through the air, announcing he was on his away – and within moments, his cream-colored paws were weaving their way to the direction he believed her to be.
 
Coming upon her, the large wolf tipped his muzzle slightly in quiet greeting, though his bright eyes studied her momentarily. She was the age of Pasha and Allure – and he vaguely wondered if they had the chance to meet her yet. “October,” he greeted, slowing his pace now.