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Verrine finally seemed to settle down and it made Beric all the more excited to see him. He mimicked his friend, sitting back on his haunches while he listened. It seemed they hadn't been here much longer than he had. It was just a coincidence that they ended up in rival packs, it seemed. Beric wished it wasn't like that, but maybe they could use it instead of letting it get to them. Maybe they could turn the packs into alliances instead of enemies.

He nodded, Yes, the pack split so suddenly, and everyone was just... gone. I went back to Sterrenvuur, but when I didn't see you and Julooke, I came back looking for you. He took a breath before saying, I understand you're with the Horizon Ridge pack? As I'm sure you've deduced, I live on the island. His gaze went towards his packs lands before going back to Verrine. Quite interesting, huh? He gauged his friend's reaction, wondering if he would be upset that they were supposed to be on opposing sides.