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Star was running along and began to slow as she picked up the scent of a wolf. It was unfamiliar, however it smelled of the Creek. She came upon the source, a white male who seemed busy checking out an old den. "Hello Sir." She said. "I am Star. What's yours?" She asked. It seemed that she needed to meet more of her pack-mates, why not this guy? She wondered if he was one of the new recruits or if he had been around here longer than her.