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It was simple, then. She would show her usefulness to the pack and, in return, they would offer her a home to call her own. Kove nodded, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his maw. “Then follow me,” he voiced, swinging his head towards the woods, his body slowly turning with the motion. He waited for her to close the distance and then started towards the treeline, leading her into the forest; there he would show her around, give her an idea of what areas to avoid, and, more so than anything, spend more time speaking with her about the north and herself.