Even a blind wolf would have been able to tell that something wasn’t right with the lone agouti. She was thin and straggly looking, which meant that she had been on her own for quite some time. The cold didn’t help, either, as it chased away most of the prey—especially in the north. His peridots had fallen to the silent stranger, his eyes pinched in concern. She did not greet him after his approach but she did bow her head, which meant she was familiar with pack structure. Perhaps she hadn’t been a loner long … but why had she chosen such a life in the middle of winter? Or had she gotten kicked out of her previous pack? His tail twitched cautiously behind him as he turned back to his daughter, his expression softening. The little Stark confessed she wasn’t sure if the loner could speak, which made sense as to why she hadn’t spoken on his arrival, and that something was wrong. He frowned. Can we help her? He couldn’t refuse his daughter’s plea. The tawny female didn’t appear to be a threat—she was far too small and frail to cause any harm to him or his daughter. Plus, he was too nice to leave a tired and hungry wolf at his borders. Would you like some food? He offered, his nose turning back to the stranger. My name is Lachesis, I lead the pack beyond these woods. If you’re hurt I have some herbs that could help you and a warm den for you to rest in. He paused, his tail swaying gently behind him to show that he was no threat to her. Would you like that?
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