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Elwood seemed to be an easy-going fellow, Jaws noted as the pair of colorless wolves trekked along toward the creek; and tit then crossed his mind that save for one (the dramatic Dove) he had found himself getting along rather well all of his packmates, despite having lived alone for so long and having been quite uncertain about how he would fare as a pack wolf. There was some truth to such sayings that you could take the wolf out of the pack but not the pack out of the wolf - the social instincts undoubtedly were there, biting his tongue when needed, focusing his attention on his duties, and becoming more prevalent as the days went by.

"Ah, don't mind him," Jaws said, his gaze casting upwards in futility because he could not actually see the gray jay, who had apparently decided it was quite content to ride on his head rather than his back. He suspected his Beta had been waiting for an opportunity to ask about the bird since he first saw it. "He took to following me after I accidentally rescued him from a hawk. He annoyed me at first," Jaws chuckled softly. "But he's not so bad, really." The coywolf smiled. He quite liked his feathered companion, now.