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He really had a hard time believing this could even possibly be like his old pack. It couldn't be the same family, be the same in its ways, even in the slightest. He knew very little about this pack actually besides its name, but once he had heard the name Ebony he immediately made a bee line for its borders. If there was even a slight possibility that this could be a reincarnation of his old home he had to at least give it a chance.

Of course he had that low, rumbling fear that this was a pack created by the family who had killed his friend and torn his leg apart and were now using the name of Ebony in some final show of disrespect, but for his own sanity he couldn't let himself believe that. His he padded toward the boarders with his slightly uneven gait he held himself with a certain calm reality that he had forced himself to maintain. Part of him, even in his self imposed exile, had felt the need to keep himself well groomed and healthy. It would have been easier to accept the fact that he hardly ever spoke to anyone and to let himself go, but instead he kept himself fed, kept his coat pristine, and trained as often as he could in case someday he could be reunited with his family. Maybe now his work could finally pay off.

He reached the scent markers of the Ebony pack and without hesitation he lifted his muzzle toward the sky to let out a call for the ruling wolf of this pack before he had a chance to reconsider it. It was now or never.