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The Rise boy found himself far from home. 

Onward he went, only accompanied by the hum of dragonflies, whizzing by his ears. Mulherin watches them, playing with each other in the air, before they skitter along the surface of the creek he walks alongside.

He goes on like this for awhile before he slows to a stop, seemingly lost in quiet contemplation. There were many packs here, spanning in all directions. 

Instead of picking a path, he decides he will announce himself, for anyone willing to receive him.

His howl slices through the chilly, midday air.