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The itch to do something different was something he could relate to. He'd felt an inkling of that as soon as the pack they'd been a part of had ceased to be, and again when their parents had settled down. A relatively quiet, solitary life seemed enjoyable enough for him but Onyx was right - what if there was more? More than the north, more than their snow and frozen forests. He knew she was right but he was less certain about whether he'd fit in anywhere else like he did here.

Bronze thought on her words for a moment. "Perhaps a trip will do you good," he suggested lightly. Maybe the same didn't apply to him but he supposed only time would tell. He returned the look she gave him, giving her a somber nod. "You'll always know where to find us, wherever you go. I don't doubt that for a second. I just hope your journeys treat you well." Even though she'd talked about it as a hypothetical it seemed inevitable somehow.