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The lands were close to home. The spooky forest great for play time and general sneaking about. He often came here as a pup when he was learning to be not in the pack one hundred percent of the time. He didn't always run into others, but the woods were marked with the scents of loners and pack wolves alike. Ashmedai paid special attention to them to make sure he didn't smell them too close to his borders. What he didn't expect, however, was a familiar Abaven scent. Ashmedai followed it until he saw the familiar small form. Tearing at the ground, Ashmedai attempted to close the gap, "Sparrow!" he called, skidding to a halt, "What are you doing oout here all by your lonesome?" he inquired with a tilt of his head.