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Ever since having stumbled upon the pack, he’d stayed for but one reason: Kendra. When the storm had hit, she’d been far too weak for them to continue onward by themselves. The support that a proper pack could provide had been a necessity at the time, though he started to wonder as of late whether or not the same could still be said. The weather was mild, at best, and he felt his spirits rise with the hope of spring’s arrival in the weeks to come. Alexander believed he could survive well enough on his own, but his inability to leave behind a familiar face had prevented him from testing that out. For as long as his companion needed to remain as one with the pack—or wanted to—he’d stay, too, as was a realization he’d been quick to make. It’d prompted him to set out and better acquaint himself with the others, which he’d tried (and failed) to do. Within the amount of time that it took for him to blink, he’d veered away from all paths that might take him to several other wolves and chose to head in the opposite direction instead.

Normally, the albino would have waited until the night had fallen to wander, but he’d made an exception that morning after noticing just how early he’d awoken. The sun had yet to reach a high point in the sky, and so its rays weren’t nearly as harsh as they could have been. Without a hindrance on his eyesight, he’d felt more comfortable further exploring the territory, though his mind was elsewhere whilst doing so. Unaware of the scents surrounding him—all he could smell were the fragrances of his memories and previous homes—Xan hadn’t realized just where he was going. Even after having walked right passed the hollowed trunk his state of oblivion remained, neither his eyes nor his nose having been able to make him stop and look her way.

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