Kreft would be lying in his den when a deep and rough howl reached his ears, who wanted him now. Lately it seemed like a lot of people wanted his attention, why he had no clue. He never really liked to leave his den for socialization, the only reasons he left his den of his own accord were for pack gatherings and food. Kreft would leave his den with a light snarl on his lips, by the time he arrived to where the howler was all he was was annoyed. Once he saw the wolf he narrowed his eyes, “Who are you?” he would ask. He hadn’t met this wolf before and if he had he certainly didn’t recall it.
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