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Flare followed along after Absinth, the unfamiliar terrain falling away from their easy stride. He hadn’t been on these shores long, but already his life seemed to have taken a rather unexpected turn. He would judge this meeting carefully, and take from it what he wanted. If that meant joining, he would ensure that this was a pack in which he could rise.

They arrived at the border, which seemed rather clearly marked with pikes and carcasses. That caused a raised brow. “Do they get sick of replacing them when they start to stink?” He asked, mildly amused. He would be surprised if they didn’t have an issue with scavengers and bottom feeders enticed by the rot.

Looking past their little show, he looked into the pack’s territory. Wondering what it would be like to set up in these lands. He didn’t get a chance to look too far before ravens started to converge on them. A glance at Absinth told him she was at ease in their presence. “Friends of yours?” He asked, watching as one landed upon her back.

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