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continue to ignore me..!

He didn't like this guy. Of course, that should be no surprise to anyone who has ever paid attention to Artaax's threads. He was not a fan of outsiders, and he especially did not trust any wolf from one of their "sister" packs. Trigeda and Seageda both seemed to send only wolves who remained for a while, but in the end abandoned them. They were not trustworthy and could not be counted on, and Artaax had little reason to believe that this stranger would be any different.

And besides that, there was something about this male that rubbed him the wrong way. His talk of choosing Drageda, as though they were somehow fortunate that he had given them such a blessing as to have him in their ranks. He should be begging to be allowed the great honor of joining their pack. Artaax rumbled softly as his eyes narrowed, but he said nothing as Furi spoke, and said nothing as she called for their superiors. He knew they would likely provide this stranger quarter in their territory and allow him to call himself a wolf of Drageda. They always did. But Artaax would watch him and guard his home against him in the silent shadows of the wood, just as he always did.