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Yaalk'ali had watched and he had waited... and after his encounter with the Lanzadoii slave and whelp, Yaalk'ali had followed to the camp that he thought to call his own.

Having been trailing the band, he knew his brother to be one among them. Had thought hard on whether he should join their band or not. Yet he had scent no others as of yet. Had not ran into the Sharadoii or Seal Hunter, either.

To think that he might have been following in his brother's paw-steps made him scoff. Maybe yet still he would make a place for himself without being under the shadow of his much larger, stronger brother. Time would tell.

Now did he stride the outskirts of their forming band, scanning for one he might think the stance of a Cheiftan. Herdless, without a scent of caribou in the air. Yaalk'ali could only assume they were as lost having come into this new world without rhythm or reason just as he.