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He had tried to digest what had transpired, but no matter the angle he considered, it left nothing but a burning fire within him. That familiar itch pulled at him—the ache of his paws—the reckless need to say fuck it and be done with it—on to the next place.

So he had paced the borders. He had slinked past them, studying the herds, and trying to keep his mind off the bullshit at home.

When days past and the tension had yet to leave, the agouti wolf dipped his muzzle down, finding Wraen’s scent and beginning to seek the silver voice of reason out—because only now did her words about how tight-knit of a family the Redhawks were fully register on him.