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The male finished his circle of the den, prying his eyes away from the small, grassy mound and returning his gaze to Star. She was a lanky young adult, but seemed strong and a stable pillar to the pack. There was always something important about the younger generation in any group, and so Dovev hoped Star would follow in any sort of role model's paw steps to become a valuable asset to the pack. Even if Bazi had stepped down, the arctic brute wondered if she had enough of an impact on Star to implant some good morals and sensibilities into her head.

So, are you working on any skills? Like hunting? he questioned, coming to a halt in front of her. It was the perfect time to develop a trade, as she wasn't quite yet a full adult and still had plenty of energy and time to focus on certain trades. Star seemed like the type to be bold and outgoing, a counterpoint to her petite size.