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It was time to make a decision about his future. Nothing concencrete, mind, but something about survival. Winter was harsh, hunting wasn't his forte and he couldn't survive alone. Holland needed to run with a pack. He needed to force himself to socialize. If he lived alone, he'd be a crazy old hermit wolves went to for misfortune. He'd turn into a monster.

The point was, he required a few things out of life. Didn't we all? At least he knew what he wanted for now. A warm den. Patients to heal. Full belly and connections. Even if he begrudgingly didn't like many wolves, Holland needed their tones to tune out the world. So he opted to go to the Glen first. It was exactly where Keres said it was. He prowled along the border in the afternoon, one good eye squinting against the light behind him.

And then he called. A low yet deep howl, ringing across the Glen's territory. He waited after that, focusing both his eyes on the land beyond the border. Holland did not so much as step over it. He knew this dance well.