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Marous

He dipped his head low in affirmative as Canticum came asking if he was ready for patrol. He would always be ready; he would do what the Alpha asked, though he wondered sometimes why he was picked to succeed the previous. She seemed aloof half the time, though she was very talkative and no one but alpha ever talked. He turned his head to her as she mentioned how to put on the armor, getting just the area that needed the metal, wet then freeze it so the metal held onto them. He glanced at the others and nodded, tail swishing to the side. Go on, let’s do it. He and the others went over to the scrap pile, as they helped each other put on the armor.