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Álarr giggled at Pesto's surprised reaction then leaned over the tractor, peering at the entrance to his father's den. "Dad? Hey, dad you in there?" In all honesty it was hard to say if Valentine was in there or not. He probably wasn't but Álarr wouldn't put it past his old man to be sitting in the den in silence hoping the bratty kids would get bored and leave.

"Naw, I don't think he's in right now. If he is he's ignoring us." Álarr would have to introduce the two at some point though if they had another meeting Pestilence would be able to meet most everyone in the pack.



Álarr grinned, his tail wagging lazily. "Well, then I'd have to fight you!" He balanced on his hind legs and made a few playful swipes with his front paws. "Do you want to see the sheep? I think Tyrian has them grazing on the southern pastures right now."