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The crunch of snow was evident beneath hefty paws. Miach's crimson form easily stood out upon the white blanket below. The male's head was held high with blood red Praetor eyes scanning the area solemnly. After exploring Winterfell's lands he deemed it time to venture through the surrounding lands as well. If Miach were to be a proper warrior of the pack he would need to know the layout of the land. With so many different Wolves in one kingdom there were bound to be some conflict. No matter the pack, once you rise to power comes problems of all sorts.

The scent of another slipped into the Adravendi's nostrils. Miach cocked his head to the side with perked ears. Female and from Winterfell. Eyes flicked around before landing on that of a frame moving. It was hard to spot at first but finally the male feasted upon the site of snowy femme slinking in the distance. He took a moment to sort out his thoughts but not after long he moved to closer with a neutral stature. Only seven tail lengths away Miach lifted his voice into the air, "Greetings."

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