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Oren roamed around aimlessly, having previously caught a fairly good hunt earlier, there didn’t seem to be much else to do. Boredom clung onto him as he continued to walk, a sigh exiting from his lips. He’d met what felt like many new wolves on his escapade, but none matched the compatibility he had with one of the first. — Isabella was her name. Isabella Sparrowbeak. The name was still clear in his mind.

He wondered if he’d run into her again and exchange tales as they once had before. It’d certainly be more amusing than what he was doing now — which was essentially just roaming around.

As if on cue, a familiar howl echoed throughout the terrain. His white ears twitched in surprise. He would recognize that howl anywhere — though he’d only ever heard it once before. It was his friend. The one he’d longed to converse with again. Isabella. He returned the howl, picking up the pace as he followed after the noise.

It wouldn’t be until he reached her at this rate, that was for sure.