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Amongst the plagued dead, lay this wolf. He was often scented around the northern outskirts of their territory, the sickness must have spread beyond to have reached him. He had showed up with a cough and dizziness as more and more wolves started developing similar symptoms. The Druids treated him as one of there own and tried desperately to combat this plague. However one night, the silence returned. The coughing had stopped and when Saffaira checked in on the sick, most of them were already gone, including the stranger that never mentioned his name.
Waking up after being proclaimed dead had certainly gotten Litch attention, not that he wanted any. He found friendship in the Tellurian, especially with the hunting group he joined. They made him feel welcomed and yet, he found his thoughts wandered to lands he vaguely remembered. He was grateful for the second chance at life, this Garmr had given him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something very important... He felt very protective of these wolves. He knew he was probably too aggressive to the wanderers they let stay with the pack, but he couldn't help but be suspicious of them. He felt divided. He wanted to stay and protect the Tellurian, but somewhere far away seemed to call to him, beckoning. There were traumas unseen by his packmates that plagued him as well. Things he wanted to outrun.
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