We could be heroes

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The days after the aftermath had gone by in a slur for the silver Ollivander. He had spent his waking moments cursing under his breath and piling up prey for in the pack's cache, hoping that this would take his mind off all the bullshit that had fired off in the Plateu lately.

Up until now he had managed to get his jaws around a small squirrel and an an even smaller vole. Still the relentless male went out again, this time swerving off the pack's boundaries in hopes to find a meal of a more decent size. It was then that the Alpha's call reached his ears, inmediately making him lift his snout of the snow covered ground. Finn didn't have to think twice before attending to his call, not only because it was his duty as a subourdinate but because he too felt a meeting between them was far overdue.
So much had happened since they last spoke.

The influx of injured wolves that had been taken under the medic's wing, added with the horrible discovery that one of those wolves lying in agony was his no one but his doppleganger had been nothing compared to the stupid acts of the pack's darling child. The very same one his dear friend was busy missing, and he was busy hating.

Now, Finn only knew about the dissapereance of one of the Ospreys -- the wrong one. He had failed to notice that the non-screw up Osprey disappeared as well. Man, why were the poeple he cared about always fading?
He approached the man slowly, his ears flickering back and forth as he noticed Dante didn't wear a much brighter expression than himself. He chuffed softly hoping to announce his arrival, not wanting to disrupt Dante's thoughts with his voice.