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Since his arrival to the Backwater, Reade was doing his best to settle in. The still dry rushes and dead trees and dotted pools were strange to the northerner, but not exactly unwelcoming. While he had made a tour of the borders and was doing his best to add to the caches each day, he hoped he was making a good impression on his new leaders and that they did not regret the decision to let him join them. Only time would tell, but he knew the stars would not have guided him here if not for some reason. It gave him a sense of purpose as he set about daily tasks, trying to make the most of each day.

He had not yet managed to meet many of his other pack mates, though. It made sense of course, that most would often be busy with duties and trying to contribute to the pack. Perhaps, too, it was more quiet here without the pack's pups and the others, gone visiting back up the mountain for some sort of curious exchange he did not quite understand. Any news of the tragedy that had befallen upon the mountain had not yet reached his ears.

Today, instead of hunting or exploring the territory of his new home (always hoping for some sign his lost companion had managed to find their way to their destination) he opted to return to the more communal area around midday, carrying with him a muskrat, his catch of the morning. His tail swept behind him in an easy, waving arc as he approached the worn earth not far from the den, hoping he might have the luck to run into one of his pack mates.