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Ashmedai walked slowly through the pack. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here really. He didn't know many of the others and there seemed to be even less willing to either swoon over him or compete with him. For Ashmedai, those were the two preferable main types of interactions. He didn't really love the whole in the middle relationships. He also didn't meet most wolves more than once or twice, though, so it wasn't a big deal.

But now he was in a pack. That meant he had to actually put effort into knowing the wolves that now surrounded. Honestly, it sounded bothersome. Couldn't he just spar with them all and call it a day. Yes, mutual bonding through fighting.

Wasn't that a thing?

Well, Ashmedai guessed he could still try. He was used to making big, bold impressions, not long lasting relationships.

Ash stopped his leisurely walk and plopped himself down by a tree. When did being in a pack get so hard? When did he start caring what others thought about him?