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"I would be honored to stand by your side. I have held the position of tracker before, I believe it was my favorite." Avery loved scenting the air and finding his quarry. Even better with footprints. He recollected the time fondly. Trotting through fields and meadows on his way to find a worthy hunt, or alert his pack of adversaries. He had a terrible time sitting still, it had always been for survival in the past, but now was his natural state.

"I will always be near enough to defend my pack regardless." Avery was certain of at least one thing, he'd never roam from his pack again. He allowed himself to give in and relax in the quiet and comfort he had finally found with Violante in this moment.