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he had not met the man who bore the colors of sunset and gold upon his pelt, but watched him placidly from his nest in ferns edged with ice. perhaps he had torn a page from pura's book, skulking about as he had of late upon the edges of the territory. it seemed no one's mental state needed tending; not a wolf had come to him for counseling, aside from saena, and so lasher had busied himself with patrols and chasing the odd loner from the borders, on bristling edge due to the extreme vulnerability of the pups within, should someone come upon them on a rare occasion that they had been left untended by more than one member of the pack.
eventually, the beta roused himself and glided toward the epsilon, nares flaring to take the man's scent. too cold to bathe,
taltos commented idly, eyes flicking briefly over the mud that caked the other's pelt.