Heron Lake Plateau The Dirge of Cerberus

He held a myriad of scents upon him, one that she had recognized in passing, though not by name, and others that she had not yet made it to. The intelligence was invaluable, and she chuffed appreciatively. Sikuaq held himself well alongside her, though she felt the instinctive need to (attempt to) grab his muzzle gently to remind him as so much time had passed. The way she did so was gentle enough, and she would not bite down as she did this; should he have permitted it, Silaluk would have released swiftly, growling fondly before inviting him to smell the things that he had missed in his absence. The other wolves with her were closing in to greet him, though there was no doubt they would receive him well, as she had.

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