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"Talking"

$Wolf speak$

:Thoughts:

Harrison's POV

Finally, they had made it to the valley where the water met the mountain. It was obvious that it was the same place that he had been dreaming of. Grindelwald practically radiated nostalgia. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the area. The way his eyes moved it was as if he was seeing something no one else could.

Without really thinking about it he bumped his shoulder against the older wolf's. Grindelwald turned to look at him curiosity in his eyes. It seemed they were both haunted by their pasts.

Then they turned back to the valley finding it mostly empty. Snow-covered the ground and the water was mostly frozen. He had to wonder how long the water would stay that way.

$Seems that others haven't arrived yet. We should go ahead and make camp. Then wait to see what the raven says to do next,$ said Grindelwald.

Harrison shifted back to his human form and replied, "Let's get to it then. Quent you okay?"

"As fine as I can be considering the situation."

Without another word, they began to make camp. Grindelwald did a quick scout around their site to confirm that they were in fact alone. The only upside to being in the valley was the fact that they could fish. There was nothing else left for them to eat in the area. Though none of them were looking forward to that being their food.

Quent and Malcolm set to work on trying to catch food. Harrison's entire focus was gathering wood to begin and start a fire.

Within a few hours, they had eaten and were warm by the fire. Grindelwald, as usual, was acting as a guard on the far end of camp. In his wolf form, he was ever watchful. It almost seemed as if he was uncomfortable in his human skin.

Quent nudged his leg and advised, "Go talk to him. Out of everyone here he has the best idea of what is going on. To make things worse for him, he isn't exactly amongst us. The only reason why he was allowed into this mixed pack was because he knew your grandfather. That and he was the best chance of getting out of that mountain alive. No one else can really talk with him on equal grounds."

Harrison looked to Malcolm who gave an encouraging nod in return. Great he once again got to play go-between for them. This was the difference between the old guard and the new guard. Neither really wanted to change things from how they were. Despite knowing it was the best thing for the pack.

So once more he found himself shifting into his wolf form and trotting over to Grindelwald. There was a stiffness in the wolf's shoulders once more. His mismatched eyes were staring off into space.

Harrison sat by his side staring out across the open valley that led back to the mountains. He asked more curious than anything, $What is it you're seeing?$

The older wolf startled as if he didnt sense Harrison's presence. For a moment he didnt reply just continued staring at the valley. It got to the point where he didnt think the older wolf would answer. Not that he blamed him. They all had their secrets that they didn't want to share, himself included.

Then Grindelwald said, $I see the ghosts of my past. In the very spot, you chose for the camp was the same spot as your grandfather chose. There is so much of him in you it's hard not to notice.$

His grandfather. A man he had never known or even heard stories of. His father didnt talk about his mother's side of the family. The man would barely talk about her and that was on the rarest of occasions. Usually when his father had too much to drink and Harrison found him in such a state.

Harrison questioned in a low curious tone, $Tell me about him?$

Mismatched eyes found his wide in surprise. That was obviously not the question the elder wolf was expecting. Honestly, Harrison didnt know what drove his curiosity.

Grindelwald turned his attention to the sky seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Then he lamented a soft light entering the mismatched gaze, $Your grandfather had fur as dark as night itself. His green eyes weren't quite the same color as yours. More of a poison green instead of the killing curse that yours are. He was a hard but fair clan head. The entire pack respected him for his judgments. There weren't any favorites just neutrality on most things. I did not get to spend as much time as I would have liked with your grandfather. Albus's betrayal kept me from being there when he needed me. There are very few things I regret more than trusting Albus. One day I hope to atone for the things that have happened because of my choices.$

For a former Dark Lord, this old man carried a lot of guilt. Then again there was loyalty to Harrison's grandfather. That was why he was here in the first place.

Harrison bumped shoulders with the older wolf as he responded truthfully, $Wolf or human our pasts make who we are. We cannot change our pasts. All we can do is keep moving forward.$

$Even if its hell that we are headed towards. I'll follow you to the very end, young Clan head. Of that, you can count on...$

A howl split through the air drawing both of their attention away from the conversation. That was not one of their mismatched pack. It was someone new.

Harrison threw back his head and let out an answering howl. It was a loud deep and authoritative fit for his position within the pack. Next to him, Grindelwald did the same.

When they cut off their howls three more howls answered. They were far off but they were howls of those who fell within the clan.

Malcolm said from behind them, "So they are really coming. I had my doubts in the beginning that they would come. After all this time the clan will come together once more."

Dumbledore's POV

It seemed all his plans were coming together nicely. Even if there was one stitch in the plan. The runt from the Okami clan was still alive. To make matters worse he had called his clan together. If left unchecked the runt could ruin all of his plans.

After Ariana's fall to Paradise, he had sworn that he would find a way to open the gates of Paradise. The first step had been destroying the last remaining hope of the wolves. He turned them against each other. This destroyed the Okami clan and made the other's distrust each other.

Wolves, when they stand together, are strong. Far stronger than the humans they called their enemies. When divided they were much easier to pick off. One by one the clans had fallen over the decades.

Even when the High Council had been called they didnt notice the sudden drop in numbers. If they did his plans might have been ruined. Now though it was too late for the wolves to stop him. All he needed was a little more research and materials and he would be ready. After all, he already had the Flower Maiden.