Deepwood Weald all in the family

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He watched a man limp towards them. He must be one on the ones Grezig called. He softly waved his tail in greeting, know he had to start with a good impression. He tilted an ear to his sister whilst keeping his eyes trained on his pack mate, studying the wound on his leg.

 we should give up

He turned his head to look at Grezig, question in his eyes. What? Give up? His lips parted, wondering if he should question her thoughts. He held his tongue for a bit longer, listening to her explanation. She was right, though, summer would be better. He sighed softly and gently touched his muzzle to her shoulder, showing his support. He knew this would be hard for her.

He watched the grey man leave with a disgruntled air. If he really supported the pack why would he leave so readily?
The thought didn't sit well with Derg. He realised his sister may not have everyone's support. He needed to look out for her. He gave his sister a kind smile before inclining his head, "To the coast."
He wasn't about to chase after the other, nor would Grezig. Probably. He was curious about the coastal wolves she knew of, so he went with her.

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