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Everything was happening so fast. Larus couldn't make any sense of things as their journey came to an end - not that he was complaining, mind you. He was all too happy to get settled in to the den, find a nice corner and zone right out. But something had been off right from the get go. The den was smaller than he remembered, for one thing. It didn't smell familiar either. There were no dust bunnies to play with, no warm pelts, and no toys. It just wasn't right. This wasn't the home he had expected at all!
While the others got settled in quickly (as he had hoped to do), Larus found himself completely lost by the strange newness of everything. His mummy was busy arranging things, talking to strange wolves, or dealing with his sisters - so there was little time to comfort him. The boy managed to drum up enough courage to stumble out of the den one afternoon, not long after their arrival. Caution followed his every step - slow, steady, quickly withdrawn if the ground so much as looked bad - and he made minimal progress in his investigation.