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She apologized for his misfortune with Nuna, her tone earnest, and he appreciated it -- just as much as he appreciated the fact that she didn't press for more details. She filled him in on her latest plans with Tristan, informing him that they had found a place to call home and that they planned to start a pack there. His brows raised; it seemed that everyone his age was attempting to lay down their own roots, from Yami to Ibis and now Bat and Tristan. He wasn't sure if he was ready to settle anywhere permanently, but still, he was intrigued.

"Marga-what?" he replied teasingly, though he really did want clarification on that word and its meaning. She shifted subjects again quickly, asking after what he had been up to in the time since they had last seen each other, and he shrugged his shoulders by way of initial response. "Nope, not really. I've met a couple of other wolves, but I've mostly just been trying to get the hang of this living-on-my-own thing," he quipped, though there was a bit of sheepish truth to his words.

He then decided to segue back to Tristan and Bat's prospective pack. "I'll definitely come check out your pack -- tell me more about it," he invited.