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Swift paws carried Alar across Vale’s lowlands where he headed west along the bank of a roaring river, now brownish-grey and roughly at maximum capacity thanks to the melting snowpacks that fed it. Morning turned into midday before the wolf would realize he had long since loped passed Vale’s borders. It wasn’t often that the dark ashen wolf found himself outside his territory’s markers since coming into power as Alpha, so the change of routine was rather liberating to say the least. This land was still forested much like Vale with little variation in vegetation. Perhaps an extra willow here and there, but the only nota