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Aventus, oft not close to the borders, for once was able to attend the howl that wove the air above Ursus.

He came in slowly and smoke-like, slinking into the background with nary a whisper of his dark paws. He turned the sharp points of his ears toward the newcomer and slid along behind his sire, pausing cross-wise behind Merrick with his flank exposed and his tail crooked like an arching cat's. He raked his silver gaze over Surya in an openly critical fashion and lifted the corner of his lips to expose a wedge of ivory teeth.

A pretty boy, with a pretty, soft voice spiced with a faint accent Aventus could not place. Pretty, like Ashlar. Aventus wondered if that meant Surya would prove as unimpressive as the chocolate Starbone, and gave his tail a flick. No, Surya could not afford to be useless to them if he wished to live among them. Ursus was for the strong, the cunning, the reckless, and they needed capable wolves, not pretty boys with pretty voices.

So Aventus lurked, and leered, and waited for an indication that Surya was something worthwhile.