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InterTWINed In Your Paws (Winterfire x LustfulSins)

Leon smiles when Binji sets his hand on his palm. He doesn't close his hand around the boy's, but he does move his thumb to return the light back and forth rub. Gentle, soft, comforting. Ross is smiling from the kitchen doorway. He moves to carry the plate to the table, but doesn't interrupt Binji and Leon. His brother might be brash and loud, but he's just as caring as Ross. Leon chuckles quietly when Binji asks if they're always so compassionate.

"We take care of those in our pack. And now you're part of North Pine too, so we'll take care of you as well." Certainly, Leon and Ross pay a little more attention to refugees when they first arrive, but there's something about this one that's different. Maybe it's the way he reacts to everything, making the twins want to pick Binji apart and teach him he doesn't always have to be on edge. Maybe it's because it seems Binji never got to feel the care of a loving family. Whatever the reason, Binjo as the twins' attention, and he hasn't even been here a day yet.

Ross has now got enough of the stirfry onto the table for them as well. The rest has been left on the stove to cool, so it can be packaged into meals and stored in the fridges. Ross sits, dishing his food and pouring juice into his glass, and a bit into Binji's. The boy seemed interested in it, so he can try it. Leon doesn't like it, so water is poured for him. Leon doesn't like much of anything besides water. Leon waits for Binji to take his hand away first. He's letting the boy decide when to move away, to show touch is okay, even if Binji is a newcomer.
 
The return thumb rub, spread warmth through his chest. It also made him want to rush into the man's arms, to bury his face in his chest, and just cling to him for dear life. Instead he slowly retreated his hand, and shoved it into his pocket. His gaze dropped, the whisper of a smile gone, and eyes went cold. They might act kindly, but they were alphas, not den mothers. Even if they were den mothers he wasn't a child, and they told him not to worry. So, not wanting to upset anyone further, he set the last fork down and moved away.

"Thank you, for your warm welcome, and for the food. It looks and smells divine." Binji got the chairs, then waited for them to chose their spots before he settled into one. His attention flicked to the food mouth watering, and his stomach growling loudly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a home cooked meal. Even then this looked ten times better than anything he'd had in months. With everything presented to him thus far he was going to get soft, and spoiled. Guilt clawed at him. The female agent called it survivors guilt. Whatever it was called it wasn't pleasant.

The werewolf pulled out of his stupor when the juice was poured. Brows lifting he reached for the glass the second after Ross finished pouring. He took a sip and twisted up his mouth. Far more tart than he'd expected. But it had a sweetness to it he enjoyed too. It didn't remind him of anything from home, mostly drinking water from a well. "So, I was curious..." he danced his finger over the fork, "what job will I have within the pack? And how much do I owe for the room? I don't..." fingers curl around the fork handle, "I don't have anything now, but I'll get a job. I'm not afraid to work hard."
 
Leon tries not to grimace when the smile leaves Bjnji's face. This kid has such a hard time showing any emotion, even more so indulging in them. Hopefully with time he would open up. The twins settle in their seats, both laughing at the loud growl of Binji's stomach. Ross grins at the boy's eagerness to try the cranberry juice. Leon digs into his food without hesitation, Ross is a little more refined, choosing not to practically shovel the food into his mouth like his brother.

Binji's question makes Ross raise an eyebrow. Not even here for twenty four hours and already asking his position. Asking cost for the room catches Ross off guard. "Binji, you don't pay for the room. It's not a rental, it's yours until you don't need it. You're part of the pack, so you're part of the family. If you want to get a job, you can, but you should take some time to settle in first. If you really want, you can help keep the lodge clean." Leon is nodding in agreement, but he's more focused in his food than the conversation.
 
Face hot, he put a hand over his stomach. Not used to such jovial people in his life he just accepts it and enjoys it for a moment. He didn't think they were trying to be mean by laughing, the loudness was pretty funny. The tartness of the juice still on his tongue he picked up his eating utensils, and started in. Instantly his eyes close, and his mouth overflows with the almost electric sensation of great tasting food. Not wanting to rush through such deliciousness, he chewed deliberately then swallowed. "This is the best tasting food I've had in a very long time. Thank you." He readies another bite before asking his questions.

The answer wasn't what he expected, but also wasn't surprised. "Thank you, truly." The whisper of a smile returned, and he moved his food around with his fork. "So how big is the pack?" Binji lifted his brows with the question, and took that bite he'd been dodging. Bite on his tongue he had to stop himself before making an unseemly noise. His stomach grumbled a little demanding more. He glared down at it and swallowed the bite. Guess he hadn't been eating all that much ever since the day his pack fell. This place seemed to kick up his appetite, probably because they'd made it clear that he was safe. Sighing a little he settles into his seat tension drifting away.
 
Both twins smile, glad that their new member is enjoying the food. He certainly looks like he needs it. There's silence as they eat, until Binji asks his next question. Leon speaks up this time. "There's twenty three permanent members, though our numbers go up and down often, due to taking in refugees when needed. Sometimes we have more than one at a time. When that happens, one of our bunk rooms here gets turned into a room for them. Our pack is really close, so there's a lot of respect and not a lot of modesty between us."

Ross just nods in agreement. He's enjoying his meal while Leon talks, seeing as the exuberant twin has already nearly finished his food. But then, that's what happens when one eats as fast as Leon does. "When we're done eating, you can help us clean up. It's still going to be a couple hours before the five living here get home. What do you want to do until then?"
 
Brow furrowed he chewed his next bite slowly. He supposed in a peaceful area one didn't need the vast number of soldiers like home did. "All those people coming and going sounds...difficult." Binji took another sip from his glass thinking silently for a moment. "Though, you both seem perfectly capable to deal with the constant flux. You're both so laid back and welcoming." Shrugging he went back to his food enjoying every bite. If things kept going as they were he'd never want to leave. Where would he go anyway? Home sweet home it is. So very sweet. The young werewolf's smile grew slightly and his eyes misted for a moment. They cleared just as quickly, for this was only the first day, he mustn't get so easily emotional. He was just so wrung out from everything that's happened the last few weeks. Sleeping for a month sounded fantastic.

Attention pulled from his inner musings he locked his eyes on Leon. "What would you normally be doing if I weren't here to disrupt things?" Not wanting to keep them from their more important duties he figured he could relax in his room. Or clean, there was surely plenty of things that needed done around the place. He brushed some stray strands of snowy hair out of his eyes, moving his dyed nails through it. Then again, if they didn't have plans he'd enjoy spending time with these two. Getting to know his alphas sounded practically decadent.
 
Leon gets up from the table now that he's finished eating, taking his dishware into the kitchen. He can be heard moving around, starting to clean up. Ross has also finished eating, but he just pushes his plate aside and folds his arms on the table. "We're accustomed to the steady coming and going of other wolves. Our mother, bless her, was a big proponent to helping those with nowhere to go. She was more of an alpha than our father, he was more like a luna. Followed after her everywhere while she did most of the running of the pack. So our whole lives wolves have been in and out of the pack. When we took over six months ago it just made sense to carry on what our mother started."

When asked what they normally do, Ross laughs lightly. "You're not a disruption, Binji. Normally, afternoons are for checking pack business and interpack tradings. Then evenings are spent doing whatever happens to be the thing of the night when everyone is home. Whether that's board games, card games, video games, or a movie night."
 
Binji felt the sting of a lost one and took a long draw from his drink. A sick father and mother gone. Looked like the twins and him had some things in common. "That's so honorable of you to continue her good work. I'm sure the pack is proud to call you alpha." He pushed his thin smile up to his eyes as another knot of tension unraveled. Sounds like he could not of been placed with a better pack, or more importantly better alphas.

"You can do your pack business until the others get here. I don't need to be watched over." Finishing his last nite he nodded to Ross then grabbed up their plates. Binji joined the other twin in the kitchen holding the plates. "Do you want me to start washing?" His smile gone, but face calm, the young werewolf wasn't used to smiling. It almost felt wrong ever since that last night. But these two kept brining it out of him.
 
Ross watches Binji head into the kitchen, then stands and heads upstairs to the den. He might as well gets started, it usually takes the two of them a couple of hours to go through the day's messages, and sort out any problems.

Leon turns his head as Binji comes up beside him. "You can just rinse them and put them in the dishwasher, Binji. You don't have to wash by hand." Leon has a stack of filled containers beside him, each filled with a mix of all the food made. Ready-made meals for lunches, or dinners on nights they don't cook. Leon goes back to the dining room to get the dishes that had held their food, bringing them back to the kitchen. "Here, these too. Ross was right, though. You should take some time to settle in. You're in a new place, everything must seem so strange to you."
 
The sound of the chair moving, brought his attention round for a moment as Ross left. His heart sank a little, but also relieved that he wasn't keeping them from their duties. Back to Leon he nods at the instruction. He looked around wondering what a dishwasher was, and figured it was the weird door under the counter. It took him a moment to get the door open, and he stood staring inside at the white racks. Not wanting to hold his alpha up with housework, he started rinsing off the dishes and loading them. A lot of trial and error taught him how to properly load the dishes, especially once it got to the bigger cookware.

"Am I allowed to wander?" Binji glanced up at the blue haired alpha, then rushed to amend his request. "As long as I stay away from your invalid father." Not wanting him to think he'd disobey, especially not on his first day here. Not that he'd ever- he shook his head smoothing out the anxiety rampaging in his mind. He took another dish and turned on the hot water to get it good and cleaned off. The foreign kitchen device didn't make sense. If they were going to clean the dishware just to load it into it to what clean it again? It seemed a waste of water, and time. Maybe they were more concerned about sanitation here. Mentally shrugging he continued on with his work. It didn't take too long. He grabbed a towel to dry his hands, then turned to look about the beautiful kitchen.
 
Leon can see Binji struggling to figure out how to load the dishwasher, but he doesn't offer any help. There's several new things the boy will have to learn, he may as well learn them himself, rather than be lead around like a child. Hearing Binji's words, Leon laughs. "Don't let Ross hear you call him an invalid. It's a self-inflicted illness. Our father was a good man before he turned to drugs, to wolfbane, when our mother died. A good man, but not a very strong-willed one. I hate him for abandoning us and the pack, but Ross pities him."

Leon sets his hand on the counter, and the action is as though he's wordlessly telling Binji not to ask questions. "You can wander, but if you go outside, please don't go into the forest, or leave sight of the house. Until you learn to recognize our pack markings, it's easy to get lost." Leon smiles, tilting his head. "But if you do get lost, just howl, and we will come find you."
 
His skin jumps at the laughter, bringing his attention back up to Leon. At first his brow furrowed, and concern flickered in his eyes. At the word 'wolfbane' he bared his teeth, and growled deeply. He gripped hold of the counter, gritting his jaws to keep quite while Leon continued to speak. Once Leon finished he rushed out an apology, "Sorry, Alpha. I will control myself better in the future. I am sorry for your loss. I thank the moon your pack has you two to care for them." The younger werewolf came out clipped and sharp as wolf fang. It took real effort to let go of the counter, and continue loading the dishwasher.

Binji jerked his attention to the hand and nodded. Teeth still gritted he continued in silence for a moment before his next question came out. Shoulders eased, chest expanded, and his stomach unraveled the knot the burst of anger dripped away. "I get lost very easily. I would not dare go out of sight." Sighing, he gave him a weak smile in return. "Does your pack howl often? Do they have nights of song?" His throat clenched around the words as he gazed up at Leon with such raw emotion of hope, of need to belong to a pack again.
 
Leon can understand the anger, but his eyes had narrowed at the growl. However, he doesn't acknowledge it when Binji apologies, just relaxes. Hearing Binji ask about 'nights of song' makes Leon rub his jaw in thought. "If you mean nights where we howl to the ancestors, then yes, we do. Though, we just call it pack howling. Everyone present joins in, whether in human skin or wolf. It's different from the howling we use for communication. You'll understand when you hear it. And anyone can start a pack howl, at any time, not just night. Even you." Leon smiles, then shoos Binji away. "Go explore. I can finish up here."
 
The way he made the pack coming together to howl sounded so much lesser than what it meant at home. They treated it almost like a religious gathering. A union of all the wolves under their alpha who stood beneath the moon. Their gathered voices had always soothed him no matter if the songs they sang were of war, or loss. They had a reverence for it, and only the alpha or his mate could start one. Perhaps they needed to revere it because of the wars and fights. Where here they had the time to bond outside of the Night Song. Just another thing he needed to adjust to and learn from. "But-" The alpha shoos him and he nods. He figured he might as well try to learn the lay out before everyone got here. Besides the sooner he knew his new home the better, though he guessed he'd get lost for the next few weeks. Once outside he'd likely get lost for months. He still got lost back in his old home.

Sighing he nodded and headed out to wander the house being sure to steer clear of the forbidden room. Everything seem so rich here, and not wealthy but the color tones. They were much better than the sand, and stone he knew. Of the rare sight of green grass, usually bleached out from the hot African sun. Carefully he skimmed his hands over some of the fine wood craft work of furniture, and the staircase. So many different musks to compete with. If he thought it would take him a while to learn the layout, it would take twice that to decipher all of these scents. Nose in the air he caught Ross's scent and smiled to himself.
 
Ross is upstairs in the den, seated at the desk and sorting through emails. Most of it is greetings from other packs checking to see how the young twin alphas are doing. It's been six months, and ally packs are still checking to see if Ross and Leon need help. By this point, Ross is done being polite with his declining help and is just ignoring such emails. Other emails are from packs they trade or do business with, looking for specific items.

One pack, Triple Peak to the south, keeps emailing about wolves with abilities, looking to add to their ranks and increase their own power. Recently, their alpha passed on and his overly ambitious middle-aged son took over. Since then, there's been tension between the North Pine and Triple Peak packs. Ross isn't the only alpha getting these emails asking about abilities, but with a small number of powered wolves, they make him nervous. Ross sighs, deleting the email without answering, and presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.
 
Following his nose to the other twin he didn't want to bother him, but just see what he's up to. To see if the other needed anything. Binji knocked on the door or door frame if the door was open, and peeked his head in. "Sorry to disrupt. Do you need anything, alph-Ross?" He knew he should continue investigating his new home, but he felt lost. Listless with no set course. In approaching Ross he hoped that the alpha would have some sort of direction for him. If not he would simply return to exploring. Maybe being within the great estate was what was getting to him, and he'd extend his search to the great outdoors. But first he wanted to see if he could be any of assistance to the kind alphas who'd taken him in.
 
Ross drops his hands away from his face when he hears Binji's voice, a smile jumping to his face. He doesn't look at all startled, almost like he had been expecting Binji to poke his head in. In reality, Ross' ability to locate people and objects by thinking about them means that even a passing thought of something pings their location in his head. Unfortunately, it's not something he can turn off the way Leon can turn off his healing.

"I'm alright, Binji. You can come in if you want. This room is open to all. Anything that isnt meant to be seen kn the computer is password protected, so you can use it too, when it's not occupied." Ross leans back in his seat, tapping a button to close the email server. "Are you having fun exploring? Or is there something you have a question about?"
 
The younger werewolf took a step in, and tugged down his sleeves over his hands. "There is just so much to explore. Little... unsure of where to start." He shrugged and glanced around the room taking a better look than he had when given the tour earlier. His feet start moving aimlessly, taking him before the book shelves. "Did you need anything? Something to drink? Do you," Binji paused eyes reading the titles, so many books more than he'd ever seen. They never focused much on books for his upbringing. A luxury of time they simply did not have. "Um, have you read all of these?"

The question he had first thought of thinking left him, overcome by all of the books. Binji pulled his eyes away from them to focus on his new alpha. He tried to see if he could read by the other's posture if he wanted him to leave. To study his facial expressions and actions. The wolf wanted to learn everything that he could about him, about both of them, he saw it as his duty. And, they fascinated him. They were the most gentle werewolves he'd ever met. He rocked forward onto the balls of his feet and sniffed quietly. This room held the twins aroma predominantly but others blended here too. The delicious lingering scents of dinner also tinged the room. Far better than the scents he was used to. So much so it brought a ghost of a smile to his face.
 
Binji's questions make Ross think, in his previous pack, omegas did little but serve the higher ranks. This saddens him a bit, but he can't judge the ways of other packs. Traditions are passed through generations, and some packs cling to those traditions, even if outdated, like a spider web clings to an ill-fated fly. Ross watches Binji move around the room, looking at the books.

"I have. I love to read, and when Leon and I were younger, we would often read to the other young wolves of the pack. Of course, everyone here can read, but it was fun to have story nights, where we would read, and many would sit and relax, and listen." Fond memories surface of curling up in the common room, often by the fireplace, surrounded by other children and read stories. "That has faded out as we've grown up, but sometimes, rarely, someone will sit down with a book by the fireplace and children will come to listen. It's not often anymore, as most of our pack meets have moved outdoors, due to our ever growing pack numbers."
 
Fingers lift to brush against the spines of the books as he listened to the alpha. This place continued to build up on a fairy tale. His slim hopes faded once Ross explained that they no longer had story time. Only the pups had story time, and they were all oral tales of old. The respected elders could tell their tales for hours, but once one became old enough to shift on their own without the help of their caretakers they were told to go serve the pack.

Slowly he stepped over to the desk thrown off when the alpha did order him to do something, or order him out. Teeth took in his bottom lip, he glanced up at the alpha then rocked up to the balls of his feet again. "Well, I don't want to bother you. With all these wolves under your command you have lots to do." Binji lowered his head to him in respect, and turned to head out the door. He paused at the door frame, "Do you think I could borrow one sometime?" Voice soft his attention went back to the bookshelves.
 
Ross doesn't miss the brief excitement in Binji's eyes when he mentions he and Leon used to read aloud. Perhaps it's a tradition they should reawaken. The blue haired man smiles and nods in response to the boy's question. "There are no restrictions on books here, Binji. If it's on the shelf, it's free to read. A book found on a table, or windowsill, or chair, means someone is already reading it."

Ross watches Binji leaves, then drops his head into his hands. He's tired, but he tires easily. He doesn't have the endless energy that Leon does. Moments later, as if on cue, Leon walks through the door with a water bottle and a couple of painkiller capsules. The rumor of twins being connected is certainly true with these two. Ross smiles as he takes the bottle and tosses back the pain meds. "I think Binji will fit in nicely."

Leon nods, agreeing. "I still want to ask about the tattoos. That's a lot for a kid so young." Ross frowns, tsking. "Leon, he's not that young. And you would be rude in doing so." Leon just shrugs.
 
Binji nodded to Ross's explanation about the books, then headed out. Eyes roam over hangings on the walls, the added decorative carpet here and there, and all the simple touches that made a place a home. Candles of various color and scent, most unlit. Knick knacks on tables and book shelves little statuettes or polished rocks, a child's toy or a book, a hair tie or headphones. Nothing to make the place appear messy just lived in. No dirty dishes or laundry misplaced on their way to a washer or sink. Some dust, but in a house this large to not have dust just wasn't going to happen.

The new comer found the back door and headed out onto the patio. A large area of brick and stone contained a massive gas grill and cutting space to prep the food. Ten feet past that stone and metal tables with mostly matching chairs covered about twenty square feet of space. The numbers that fluctuated through here probably lead to lots of out door activities, especially with werewolf preference of the outdoors in general. Most of the werewolves he knew anyway, which from the short time spent here he gathered were drastically different.

He ambled down laid grey stone down into the tennis court sized yard. Off to his left were a few more tables, but they were wooden and picnic styled. To the far right he spotted the makings of a garden, though too early in the year yet to see what they grew here. All around stood the forest. Acting as the fortress walls to the werewolf home base. The trees near the garden were spaced more letting sunlight shine down into the undergrowth, while front faced and to the left the trees grew thicker.

Drinking in his new home, Binji glanced around for any other pack members only to spot a small furred creature. Eyes widening he felt his wolf stir. A rabbit would serve as a nice present to his new alphas. Roasted hare over an open fire was one of his favorite dishes, though this smaller, fluffier specimen grown on such rich flora would taste all that sweeter. Binji kicked off his shoes, pressing his bare feet into the cold ground. Muscles tensing he squatted in the middle of the yard, hands reaching out to balance himself. He'd think that the wildlife around here would steer clear of an area that stank of predator.

The lagomorph's ears twitched, and he sprang. The young werewolf bolted across the yard in a flash his feet eating up the ground in moments. He slid on the still winter touched grass to bolt after the rabbit as it zipped in another direction. Breath coming out in puffs of icy mist he herded the critter away from the safety of the trees and underbrush. The rabbit wasn't a necessary kill. More an excuse to burn off energy. A productive way to learn the land around the house. The young werewolf snarled, a hand lashed out. White claws ripped from his nail bed to snag the half winter white and brown rabbit's hind leg. It squealed when his claws sank in, but a swift kick to his wrist and it sprang free. Its speed greatly diminished it didn't take long for him to catch it up again. This time with both hands. In a quick snap to the small furred creature's neck, and it went limp in his grip. Yes, a nice present for his new alphas indeed.
 
The rabbit's squeal drew attention. A large brown wolf comes barreling out of the trees as Binji kills the rabbit, heading straight for Binji. Upon spotting the boy, the wolf skids for balance, then leaps over the boy to avoid colliding. The landing is light, one hop, then a halt. The brown wolf circles its own pawprints, five feet from Binji. Then it sits, sniffing the air.

The wolf chuffs, like it's laughing, though whether at itself or at Binji is unknown. Standing again, the wolf performs a full body shake, and proceeds to start shifting in front of the new boy. Fur pulls back into lightly tanned skin, a quiet crunching as bones shift and reset. Tail and muzzle receding, frame straightening, until a slender woman with shoulder length rich brown hair and matching eyes stands before Binji. Completely naked.

"You must be Binji Itkakos." The woman smiles, turning and walking toward the deck counters. She doesn't seem to care that she's buck naked, but at least she has the modesty to pull a thin black bathrobe from the end cupboard of the counter. She pulls it on, tying it shut in the front before turning to look at Binji again. "Your kill sounded like a child's scream." She waves, then retreats inside. As she does, Ross appears at the door, looking amused. They exchange brief words in tones low enough that Binji can't hear.

"Come inside, Binji." Ross waves, completely unperturbed that the boy is holding a dead rabbit, blood on his hands. "Leave the rabbit on the grass for now, you can come back to it after you've met the lodges residents. That one," Ross gestures to the woman's retreating form. "Is Amelia, or Lia. She's our beta, and has no modesty, as you've witnessed. I didn't know she was coming to visit, or I would have warned you."
 
The instant the brown wolf bounded into view Binji readied himself to fight. Rabbit forgotten, he spread his legs out to brace himself ready to pounce. Claws burst from his fingers in tiny drips of blood. His canines lengthen, and his muscles practically hum, taut and prepared to battle. Ice coats his limbs and his breath puffs out in a mist. The young werewolf feels the rush of the beast inside him pounding against his skin, threatening to burst free.

Then the new female laughs leaving him stunned and confused. It didn't matter that her wolf form would tower over his, or that she had home field advantage. If attacked he would fight as he was trained to since he could shift. Not ready to back down, especially with the thrill of a kill still lingering in his veins, Binji watches the female shift still ready to attack. Her nudity didn't faze him even a little. Open nudity between pack mates was common practice to him. The smiling was what threw him.

Head canted to the side he watched her warily. Did everyone in this pack smile so easily? His gaze dropped to the rabbit at her mention of it then up to watch her speak with his new alpha. Leave his kill? Just out in the open? Binji stared at the rabbit crestfallen. The kill wasn't enough then. Hands lingering on the soft fur he slowly released the rabbit, and stood. His muscles painfully tight he had to concentrate and breathe to ease them. Gaze down cast he headed back to the house, but stopped to glance back at the dead rabbit its pathetic still body seeming to mock him.

"Modesty of body does not bother me, alpha." Voice soft, head down he edged around Ross to enter the house.
 
Ross takes note of Binji's sad glance back at the dead rabbit on the grass. He sets his hand on the boy's shoulder, shaking his head. "Don't worry, it won't go to waste. I would let you bring it inside, but Lia would bite me for getting blood on the floor. All skinning is done outside, and the rule is that if you killed it, you skin it. I'll bring you back out after."

Ross guides Binji inside, to the kitchen. It's more crowded, so he stands either the boy by the door. Leon is sitting on the counter by the sink, and Lia is leaning against the far wall, still in the thin bathrobe. There's five other people in the room, all seated at the table, eating.

One tall blond boy with green eyes and pale skin, a short girl that looks to be his younger sister, another short girl with black hair and very dark brown eyes, and two short boys, one with red hair, the other with brown, both with green eyes. Leon speaks up. "The blond is Carter, and his sister Callie. The ravenette is Lydia, the redhead is James, and the brunet is Ryan. They don't have family, or places to stay, so they live here. If you ever need anything, you can ask any of them."

All five look up when Leon starts talking, all eyes turning to Binji. They had known a new wolf was coming, so its not a surprise. They all murmur hellos, tired from their days at work, and return to their meals. Ross chuckles and Lia shakes her head in disappointment. "Sorry, Binji, they're more talkative during the day, and on the weekend." Ross squeezes Binji's shoulder, watching him.
 
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