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Adelard, Towser kept to a strict agenda that had him busy - and, yet, not busy at all. He was involved enough to know the whereabouts of his pack mates and, by now, most knew where to find him. His little sleeping spot by a fallen log was hard to miss now that he had spruced it up a bit. The handiwork of hollowing out the inner part of the trunk had been abandoned. No wolf, he knew now, could do what a woodpecker could. So, he had cleaned up the clearing around it and made a nest of leaves as a sleeping spot. When he came and went, he walked in the same spots so that a path was now clearly visible.
As it was, he finished pulling some wayward weeds and then began his end-of-day patrol. He passed by the communal den. Then Hazelnut's den. Then, after a rather lackadaisical loop around the open areas of the pack lands, he ended up at Isla's den.
Lumbering paws froze as he saw a pup out in the open. His head tipped to one side. Had he been
that small at one point? Was it that time already for the little ones to be
out? A quick jab at the air with his nose told him the new mother was nearby if not settled down in her burrow. He licked his nose as his fur stood on end, still staring at the miniature wolf. The corners of his mouth pulled back before easing up. If he was going to be a good pack mate, he ought to do what anyone would do when it came to the newest members of the pack.
"Hello there," he addressed, tone warm and soft as not to startle those new ears.
"Did Mum say you could be out here?"
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