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Rannoch had to admit that he rather enjoyed the company of younger wolves who had yet to get their experience hunting. He could be comfortable around them, though he knew that they could never change their nature. He relinquished the thought as they walked over the greening lands. His cloven hooves just as sure as a mountain goat. However gentle the slopes were here. This was very akin to paradise for a deer as himself.

There were other large fauna here as well though. The boy mentioned reindeer and blacktail both but Rannoch could scent from here the seals and marine mammals that would flock to a safe harbor. The wolves had chosen a ripe piece of land for themselves. "You are a bit young, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He mused as verdant eyes scanned the horizon.

"Rannoch"