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I was pretty happy to see how many WWSers had come over here.

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“My sister and I… we’re loners. I was pointed in the direction of this pack,” he answered the male with a small frown. If it had not been for Caiaphas’ suggestion, Kierkegaard never would have sought out the Spine. The only other pack that he had any knowledge of had been Blacktail Deer Plateau. Their type did not suit him and so he did not want to find himself on their borders. The loner’s response had been something of a simple one. He did not think it was really appropriate to mention Caiaphas, or if it would even have made a difference. There was a huff that followed his statement, lowering the ashen brute’s shoulders. “We will not survive the winter on our own.” He was certain that this stranger would understand. A pack survived while the lone wolf perished. That was part of life.
For a fleeting moment, Kierkegaard wondered where his dark-furred sibling had wandered off to. She was never too far – always lurking in the background – but it would have been best if she had gone with him in search of a pack. He wondered if she was against the idea altogether. He would not have blamed her. They had lived their lives alone. It was habit at that point. The injury that Kierkegaard had suffered to his hock was sign enough that they would not last in the Teekon wilds.