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Talion, too, was feeling restless. Tossing, turning and pacing in his den, he felt plagued by the weight of his anxiety. He'd retreated there when his thoughts had begun to turn dark, but he was quick to realise this had been a sore mistake. There, he worried that his mother might have sent her scouts out to source him and rid him of the world as she threatened once before, and it would be so much easier to find him now that he'd found a place to settle. He was a member of Moonspear now, the "newbie", and while he hoped to establish himself better in the coming months, he was genuinely terrified that should the Nereides come to strike him sooner rather than later, he might not be worth the protection of his new pack.

The fear gripped him, and he felt trapped. Desperate for air, the peppered yearling promptly left his hollow on the mountainside and loped quickly toward the forest on the lower slopes, eager to distract himself from his cold thoughts. He focused on his ragged breaths, inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, as he weaved between the foliage and through the endless darkness with no destination in mind.

Movement just ahead caused him to pause in her tracks, however, and he sucked in a breath which he held as he focused his stare and the familiar raven form of the pack's Alpha female who he'd hunted alongside some days before. He released the air in a breathy whine, breaking the silence and likely attracting the attention of the obsidian wolfess if his abrupt halt had not already, and he dipped his ink-tipped muzzle as he made to lower his form submissively.