The Heartwood You bring out the worst in me

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He nodded slowly. He knew some weren't to be held down by packs. Duties often didn't sit well with wanderers; they'd end up deserting, nine times out of ten.
He sighed softly, giving her a small smile and shook his head. He was restless these days, wanting to go to the furthest reaches, yet wanting to stay at his sister's side.
Silently, he mused. Turning over the same ideas again and again.
Most days were the same.

He stood, deciding to ask a question, "Do you know who was here?"
She seemed to know there were no bodies at the site, so did she happen across one of the warriors here? He might as well pry whilst starting again to look for a trail. Though he doubted he'd find one. The scents were old and covered.

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