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So far Abaven had been thoroughly unimpressive to the young whirlwind. His father had always told him that hard territory bred hard wolves, which was why they took residence in the clawing dark forest of white trees. Abaven by comparison was sunny and green with lush fields and rolling hills. What kind of wolf was that supposed to breed? Lazy fat ones he concluded, and boring ones at that. He had only been in Abaven for a few days but the lack of anything interesting was beginning to eat at him. He had debated telling Tyto he was heading out that day to explore but had decided spurring him for a good day of sulking was preferable.

Tornadic paced through the territory with his head raised, regarding the twittering birds with contempt and turning his nose up to them. Birds in the forest didn’t tweet, they were ravens and crows who croaked ominously and owls who shrieked before rendering prey with their talons. It was only as he reached the end of the thicket that he found himself standing at the edge of a sheer drop overlooking a churning river, swollen with Spring’s thaw and coursing furiously, swallowing boulders as large as the witness stones and obliterating anything that fell into its merciless depths.

Rain had been so consumed watching the churning river that he nearly bumped into a black pup that was only slightly larger than him, and most likely only a few weeks older. “Do you mind?!” He snapped, his downy fur rising with anger as he looked over the male who seemed to be looking at clumps of fluff. “You’re in my way!” He spat accusingly, far too used to having his way just on virtue of being the oldest and largest next to Tyto, and of course the highlord’s pup.

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