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A yawn peeled apart his jaws. After he clapped his mouth shut again, Atreus gave his head a proper shake. He was bored but he’d already done enough napping. He couldn’t just go for a walk—his foot was one thing but he was also in another pack’s domain—so he tried to think of some other way to stimulate himself.

Maybe he could play a game? I spy with my little eye… he thought lamely, tilting his head to watch a couple of blue jays fly overhead. His eyes bounced back earthward just in time to clap on a figure in the distance. A wolf!

Hey! Atreus said too loudly, clearly desperate for company. Yeah, I’m Atreus. You’re the leader here, aren’t you? he questioned, interest perking even more and head dipping respectfully when she gave her name.