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Deja wasn’t the only wolf who felt restless. Granite, now nearly nine months old, grew restless as he navigated the strange time between puberty and adulthood. Uncomfortable in his skin, Granite honed his skills in solitude and preferred to roam the borders of the pack.

Yet, despite his lack of social skills, Granite had attached himself to the other teenagers. When he heard whispers of Deja, Baldr, and Leifa while they searched for Nazair) the idea of being left did not sit well.

“I’ll go,” Granite rasped as his tongue fell out on one side.

He joined the others, said farewells to the rest of the pack (notably promising @Rusalka he would keep Baldr and Leika safe), and then fell into place as the caboose of their caravan as the youngsters disappeared into the conifers.