Don't Panic

From the very beginning Tyranis had imagined Dauntless as a place that would not suffer from the many mistakes Abaven had made. Among those mistakes had been a distinct lack in interaction between the massive pack and any other wolves that might have been around. Until his adolescence Tyranis had never had a friend that wasn’t his brother; no one his own age that he could play with after his brother had disappeared, no one he could ever talk to with a mutual astonishment that only a child knew, the same kind that an adult would write off as childish nonsense. He would change that, Artemis’s pups and his own would have each other, sure, but having a close relationship to other packs as well would mean mutually beneficial relationships, and an opportunity to share information.

He stood at the edge of the territory, crying for the leader to greet him, one alpha to another and waited. Even in the mid of winter it was surprisingly warm; he chalked it up to the surrounding desert and wondered if maybe he had made a mistake in choosing the north as his home. Two packs seemed to be thriving quite well here, as opposed to the all but empty north. Then again maybe it was better that he had gone so far; the west would be far too crowded if three packs claimed the barren desert as their home.

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