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He was unused to being in a pack that didn't require certain duties, so with nothing much expected of him thus far, Ephraim spent a lot of time wandering. Returning to the sanctuary from his foray on the coast did little to ease his anxiety; if anything, it just made him want to run more. The tough front he'd managed to keep up peeled away the second he made it into the pack's claim, leaving a worried frown in its place. He hadn't been followed. He'd triple checked. But their nearness still worried him.

And there was the matter of needing to bring them some mothering gifts... Ephraim broke into an unsteady sprint, as though he hoped to outrun his thoughts. That would decide what became of him. He shouldered through a thick cluster of undergrowth and nearly ran right over Cam in his haste, and might have done just that if not for the warning burst of a robin from its cover.

The coywolf slammed on the brakes, barely keeping his feet as he skidded into the open and stopped with a gasp just an inch from Cam's upset pout.