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His expeditions outside of the packlands had been brief, taking him away for only a few days. He had ventured in a large loop, following the curve of the land as he scaled hills, crossed rivers, and traversed through dense thickets. Always he kept the Spine over his shoulder; even from a distance, he could see the territory's jagged peaks, a reassurance that he would be able to find his way home.

The wolves he had met hadn't been the most pleasant, but that wouldn't deter him from continuing to pursue his trade. Lotan was happy, however, to see a familiar and friendly face -- he had tracked Wyvern for a while, wishing to catch up with his sister after the time they had spent apart.

"Hey sis!" he called, loping towards the outskirts where she appeared to be patrolling. His tail waved in a cheerful arc over his back as he slowed his pace, falling into step alongside his littermate. "How's it going?" he asked, bumping his shoulder amiably against hers.