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For Star!

Within the Creek territory, there were audible landmarks. But Dovev had found himself a new place to sniff out- an old wolf den. The white beast circled it, first inspecting the higher mound at the top before leaping down to the threshold. His muzzle poked through roots from the upper surface, overturning the soft dirt at the doorway. It didn't seem like the rough entrance was dusty or cobwebbed. In fact, the male could pick up scents of several wolves, the most prevalent being a male and female- most likely the parents. Yet, Dovev did not see young puplings running about the Creek. It was as if whoever had inhabited this den, in the heart of Swiftcurrent, had just up and left like the coming of spring.