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The journey had been long and bittersweet. Theory knew, distantly, that Thalia had once lived in the castle. As she skirted the edges of the territory, she couldn't help but picture her as a child, dodging in and out of the stone hallways. In a different life, maybe this would have been their home. There was a chill in the air as she reached the border’s very edge. Her breath ghosted white and dissipated quickly with every exhale. The castle seemed like a welcoming presence, even if its walls were meant to keep strangers out. It was austere yet clearly lived in - she could see evidence of pack wolves coming and going, smell thick furs and caches of prey. Hopefully it would be a smooth interaction and she could carry on to the next pack. A long journey home awaited her. Theory settled in a respectful distance away from the border and called for the leaders.