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The other man mirrored his greeting, offering a name and explanation of his late call. Rhyme’s dark ears perked as he went on, mentioning his skills and the prospect of fitting into the large pack. They could do with more hunters, what with the fire having destroyed one of their territories. The hunters were forced farther from Abaven’s borders and its safety. If he could go out to hunt, and defend himself as well as the kill he could be an asset to the growing pack.

”Rhyme Cavaliere, Alpha here in Abaven.” He returned his title as he had been given one. ”I encourage your questions.” They would be more valuable than questions of his own most likely. The man seemed honest enough, and if they could let a lioness within their ranks..