The Flowers Of Sping (Joining)

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Happenstance was a temperamental beast. Where one day the fates would draw him into terror, the next they would bring him a great gift. His spirits had been low since his encounter and subsequent fight with Burke, but his meeting with Alastor had raised them beyond what they had been before the fight.

That did not mean that the fight had left his thoughts completely. A few hours after he parted from Alastor, he came upon the borders of his home. And there, laying asleep on the line, was a strange wolf. A small wolf, and no doubt young, mottled with grays and browns. He didn't seem much of a threat, but Aesop was not going to take chances. Not anymore. "Get up, kid," he said, prodding the male with his nose, "this ain't anywhere to take a nap."