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Tarnish needed a break from fight training. He felt the pressure clamping down around his neck to perform well at this next raid. A string of losses had done little to help his self-confidence and he found himself making mistake after mistake through his training spars. He needed to vent. He needed violence and a moment to clear his head so he headed to the Algoma Prairie. In many ways it was becoming his second home and he could count on the abundance of prey to satiate his hunger and his mind. If he ever started a pack, this is where he wanted it to be. It was an amusing thought, not that he had any interest in leadership.

He was scouting along when he caught a familiar scent. Tarnish immediately shifted course to find the wolf he'd hunted with a few times before, watching a prey species Tarnish had yet to hunt. His crow flew out ahead of him, dancing in the sky to get the other's attention so as not to cause him to startle. "May I join you?" Tarnish spoke softly.


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