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And? Though not expecting the situation to go easily—for how often was it that a familial pack took in a complete stranger?—he was put off by the question. As for the "ten other packs," he could neither confirm or deny the veracity of that statement. He only knew of one other pack in the mountains, and that was not where his interests lie at that moment.

Vigilante's dour expression seemed to deepen. "Location. Preference. Random choice," he listed off some things, trying the words like he was solving some sort of annoying puzzle. "I would also rid myself of a  need to try anywhere else, if you let me prove I can belong here. How many reasons is it do you need exactly?" He spoke tartly, but his body remained attentively lank. The last thing he wanted was to seem like a threat... Right? "Instead of putting me to task, you'd rather rebuke my bid to serve, and influence me to try my luck with a neighbor— a competitor?" The dark wolf scoffed. Some loyalist.

But, maybe they were already strong enough in their ranks without any new additions. Maybe it didn't matter to them if one of the other ten packs around here got another able body to their schemes. In that case, maybe Vigilante was losing interest. Or maybe he craved that would-be power, hidden in the coastal grotto, and he would double down on trying to obtain it. It was difficult to tell by his deadened expression towards which side of the fence he was leaning.