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There were two or three things he might change about Easthollow (he hadn't counted, and he'd not yet asked their names), but all in all, it was a nice place to live. The wolves seemed to be good ones, and the territory was livable, and the prey had been abundant enough.

It was prey he had on his mind, now, as he wandered around the outskirts of the territory, hunting down a packmate to finagle into going on a deer chase with him. He'd seen a limping doe in the meadow earlier that day and wanted a hand or two in taking her down.