If only Ciervo could decide which pack to join with the same ease he decided to be an ass, perhaps he'd have more than a small den and a smelly rug of fur to call his own. But for some strange reason that choice didn't come so easily to the man. Incredibly enough, chosing what pack to condemn or rather give himself to was the only one he actually gave thought to.
Like Jekyll and Hyde, Ciervo seemed to have a duality when it came to taking decisions. And his usual rash attitude was not welcome for such a life-changing choice as this.
With his mind still reviewing the words said by the two Caldera wolves and their attitude during their respective encounters the Ostrega began to wonder around the lands that laid past the Whitefish River, unknowingly heading directly towards the great Plateu that held the Caldera's Alpha former home.
Though he was still at a prudent distance from the borders, the instrusive manner with which he sniffed around would have innevitably caught the eye of any of the Plateu wolves walking by.
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