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Anyone Theseus hasn't met yet?

The bi colored wolf wandered across the Caldera, not quite doing anything, half patrolling the borders and half daydreaming was probably an accurate description of what he was doing. Theseus wanted a good spar with one of his packmates, or even better, with a trespasser or stranger. Then he might have the chance to rip their throats out, or gloat when they begged for mercy. Of course, the downside of that, was he himself might get hurt. But obviously, he was not going to die.

Aqua eyes drifted boredly across the land beyond the Caldera, he was a traveler at heart, a wanderer and exploring and fighting was in his blood. But Theseus doubted Peregrine or any of the wolves in this pack would appreciate him traveling to far distances and not coming back for several weeks. So he didn't. Being in a pack meant a lot to the sea wolf, even if he knew he was probably going to leave in Spring.

It was hard, and Theseus was trying his best, okay, half trying his best to not make deep connections with his packmates. So there would be no heartfelt goodbyes if he actually left. The future was not confirmed yet, and there could be changes. And the Chinese was never one for plans.