Under the gnarled tree, shadows dance as a light wind carries the faint sound of howls from the Midnight Pack. Gideon stands absorbed in his thoughts when he notices a figure approaching—a newcomer to the pack, their voice, cautious and soft. "Gideon? You’re... quite far from the rest of the pack." He glances sideways, as his expression hardens. "Thought I could use some space. What do you want?"
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