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the one he'd summoned came first, an inscrutable expression upon his face. the question had surya's brows aloft, but he shook his head, standing respectfully clear of the border and relaxing his shoulders to show he wasn't any kind of threat—not to his position, nor his family.

nahin. you did, he said, lowering his muzzle briefly. staring down at the soil that perhaps he'd one day call his own. i'm here to join your pack.

another wolf appeared, this one inky-black and younger than the first. a son, perhaps? he must be, for he was younger than surya by a few seasons but carried himself like a leader. surya gave him a sidelong glance and a nod before returning his attention to the one-eyed man.

they were scarred, rangy, savage things. he was not, save an old wound or two that twisted his pelt into a cowlick, revealing his battle long ago with the cougar.

would they take him?