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His mind drifted as he sat and waited, avoiding eye contact with anyone, though his restless gaze occasionally drifted to Theory, who felt more familiar to him than the other wolves did. Rhythm acknowledged him warmly, which eased his nervousness less than he hoped, and he tried to offer her a faint smile in return. He'd been worried that he might feel overwhelmed, but was personally glad that nobody else showed up after him. Dealing with a small group was much easier for him. He'd never heard of Ahlon, nor of Novel Destruction, but that wasn't surprising given how long he'd been away from Abaven.  Theory lucky said the same, so he didn't feel so bad saying no. He shook his head as well, his eyes widening with interest as he allowed himself to focus on Rhythm, ears perked forward toward her.