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Primrose explained (between sobs) that this Kingslend wolf had destroyed his leaf pile. Phox frowned, looking at the pile and not really noticing anything wrong with it. Then again, he hadn't seen it before. Prim... this isn't a Kingslend wolf. This is one of the Firebirds. He smells like us, not Kingslend. Phox hadn't met any of the Kingslend wolves, but he highly doubted this was one of them.

The other adult offered an explanation, but Phox shook his head. It's alright, he said, only a little annoyed that he'd tried to put reason to anything. Primrose and his siblings were still young, and this was just one of those things. Maybe you can introduce yourself, let him know you're not a Kingslend wolf?