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He hadn't heard of wandering foxes before. True, he had met other nomads, but never one of the vulpine races. The ones he had seen stayed in one place, mainly because they had no where else to go. "Is it fun, the nomadic life?" He had only seen a few places in his life, though more than the average wolf in Albion and Orkney. But never had he tried to walk about and explore, never knowing what one would see next. It seemed fun, he had to try it sometime.