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Wandering, as he was apt to do, Dante slowly but surely meandered by the borders, the habit strong in guiding his way. He was a Warden through now, and especially with the recent intruder he had pushed back, he felt the need to keep close watch.

He did tend to run into packmates and today was no exception. Mordecai seemed to be burying something, which turned out on closer inspection to be a coyote. "Your handiwork?" He asked, forgoing the normal greetings. He figured the other wouldn't mind.

"I'm betting that was one of the buggers raiding our stores," he added, staring at the sad creature thoughtfully. A scavenger that they would no longer have to deal with, it would seem. "We had a problem with that not too long ago."