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The howl drew him forward—not because sheer boredom followed him these days, but his need to try to assist the pack that took him in was still at the forefront of the Ostrega’s mind. He felt little connection to any of them thus far, and sometimes wondered why he stayed.

Coming upon the gathering, the golden wolf slowed his gait as his eyes fell directly upon Towhee, who had mastered avoiding him since his arrival. There was a glint of mischief in the honeyed eyes of the arrowed wolf as he studied her—already surmising how he could win over her friendship once more.

Another she-wolf was there—Ruenna, who he also knew little about. Swaggered steps drew him closer to his fellow packmate, but his attention now focused upon the delicate ivory beauty at their doorstep. And just like any hot blooded man, he struggled to hide his appreciation for her looks, blinking his eyes and instead focusing upon the conversation occurring.