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The weald was beginning to feel more familiar with each passing day, and any lingering shadows felt not as if they were strangers, but allies, comrades in the twisting depths of the forest. Aries had taken the liberty of scouting the entire territory (multiple times), determined to ensure that it was adequete for the survival and growth of the clan; with a potential litter between the two ebony wolves who led them, the Svartell could not allow a mistake to be made. Those born would be of melonii blood, so he had to protect them with everything he had, as was his duty, a soldier for the night.

Speaking of which, Nyx's scent was passed to him on the wind, and after a moment's contemplation, the starborn shifted his direction in order to greet her, towering figure slithering from between the trees.