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Adlartok strode from the makeshift den. He sniffed at the ground, wondering for a moment if he shouldn't find his own place. He didn't know how Scarlett would handle that, but he did know he wouldn't be able to handle Kove. That rat bastard pissed him off. He had done the wrong thing with the other female, and then he had fought with Scarlett. Had made her feel worthless. Yea, he pissed him off.

Artok sniffed around, walking the pack territory. He limped as he went, but at least it was a huge pustule. He was no longer seeping blood, and skin, and green pus. Now it was mostly scabbed over, it still was tender to the touch. It still hurt if something touched it, and it still hurt if the wind hit it just right. He wasn't sure if that would ever change, he sure hoped so though.