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She supposed she should get to work. If anything, Wren was a creature of habit. She had something to do now, something to protect, and she'd do her damnest to make herself a good member of the pack. A den could be found later - what was more important was to mark the border and also familiarize herself with Kingslend land.

The brunette huffed to herself, lifting her eyes to the place she had come from days prior. She'd start there. Roaming along the scent line, she'd pause every so often to mark. Her scent was faint compared to the other Kingslend wolves; she secretly hoped someone else would come along and help. But beggars can't be choosers.