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it does not take long for someone to approach; leadership, if the dreadfather's quick assessment is correct. then again even the lowest peon of this pack would outrank them. they are a loner, carried along by the whims of their instinct and the darkest whispers of the void. loathe as they were to leave the islands: there was nothing but hauntings to keep them there. it was not sustainable, not on their own. not with winter barreling towards the wilds like a soul clawing free of their prison.

i am the dreadfather, the title and name jumps to their lips naturally, like a childs' comforting blanket. i come to see if there is room in your pack for another. though they do not exactly find the idea of castrating themselves before leaders that were not their nightwife ...they would do what they must. survival was key and if they had to dawn the mask of a thespian to survive: they would.