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But there was someone still there within the old pack lands. Bishop had told them not to stray, to stay within the boundaries so long as the scent was faint enough to cause concern. Winter would not be kind to them, it never had before. So Ipiktok obeyed, as was proper.

Growing steadily into his teen years, the boy was confident to explore alone. Without Bishop and without Jean-Luc. He preferred this solitude at times, but was no less a pack wolf (when there was a pack to be in). Still, when he finds the scent of Tonraviq on the wind Ip freezes in his tracks, taking the time to understand her smell before he acts. She is a female, older than him, but still, he is curious. And this was his home, sort of.

Without wait the boy moved onward, but did not have long to go before the dark female could be seen. She moved through the trees unhindered, large, and powerful looking. In many ways this was how he expected the woman of his father's stories to look. The boy was frozen where he stood, silently watching her.