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Shaye's version of a pack was the farthest thing Fracture could think of from his version of one. Wolves unable to fight? The weakest and most cowardly of the bunch? The dark male could see why Acere decided he could do better and left to form his own. "I was raised in a pack of warriors, during times of war. The weakest would be culled, it's odd to see a pack who accepts them and risks their own lives to defend them when they're not useful." He shook his head incredulously.

Another part of the conversation, another fish. The rhythm came easily, and finished his thoughts he moved back to the shore to strike once more at the creatures swarming under the water. While he hunted, he thought on Shaye's pack structure and how glad he was to find Winterfell - regardless of his feelings living there.