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These days on the beach had taught King many things about himself - chiefly, he'd found that he was fairly useless at hunting without other wolves to back him up. Much of the storm's culls had already been scavanged from the beach, and though King had turned his eyes further inland and had found many trails to hunt, he'd yet to actually make a kill.

So he sought out Cascada, hoping she wouldn't think too little of him if he asked that they band together. He needed a hunting partner more than anything, and she was the only one he knew and trusted well enough to fit the bill. Besides, he reckoned she might need him just as much as he needed her, having been looking after those two little girls and all.

He found her easily enough, as his nose was not the problem in these hunting endeavors. But as soon as he saw her - and the male she conversed with - King's intentions fell to the wind. Insecurity ran him through like a lance. Somehow, it hadn't occured to him that Cas might be reviewing several options.

"Hey, Cas," he called, his voice slightly less friendly than usual, but probably, it went unnoticed. He was a very friendly wolf. "And hey, stranger."