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Her smile was old and sad at his words. “As happens so often, worlds over” she agreed as he described a harsh life of wolves that got culled if they were not useful. “My wolves don’t sit idly in the pack, they do what they can, they hunt, or heal, or grow.” she said, a protectiveness slipping into her voice. Yes, she would fight for them, she had, and always would, defend them.

The point was, anybody that didn’t have ill intentions could find a home in Abaven, no matter what walk of life they came from. They were family, each and every one of them.

The old Alpha took her next turn fishing, waiting patiently by the water until she saw one swim by, then lashing out in an attempt to snag it.