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Oddio! I forgot one thing...

The Signori dei Lupi are immortal.

Ugh...

Caesar. It seems you have no choice but to continue your travels on this land wearing Red's scent.

Even though you've never looked your Fang in the eye, even though you've long since cast her away, her scent will forever remind you of her existence, and you will never forget her.

Because you will never die, and so it will never go.

(Mournful howl)

Of course, you can punish me at any time. It will only bring more fun to my new game.

Why do all this?

To do all this as an alpha just for a young friend of yours, to scheme and shame your own wolfpack like this?

Are you implying I did this only out of sympathy for Red?

Hmph. What a childish Signora dei Lupi.

Caesar, I did not humiliate you for Red alone.

Zaaro, Vargo, Agnese, and the few over there... I hope this will keep you all on your toes—

The wolfpack is indeed becoming more human.

The barrens are vast, wild, chaotic. I don't care how cruel you treat humans or even your kin... this is simply how things are in the wilds.

But Caesar, your cruelty toward your Fangs is just like that of humans.

Deceit, betrayal, whitewashing, warping her cognition, planting nightmares in her head... you play with the crudest forms of power, no?

(Sniffs)

(Huffs helplessly)

All of you tell me, how that so-called 'crisis' draws near, and the wolfpack must contact more of your kind...

From Sami's icefields to Bolívar's Black Flow, from Sargon's deserts to Iberia's salt flat... there are few Beast Aristocrats used to colluding with mortals.

So of course, I shall prove this new wolfpack will be purer than ever before.

Hey, Lappland.

What is it?

They'll be here soon.

Time to leave this dreamland and let that Red kid enjoy a good night's sleep.

Let us return to the deck...

My wolves, it's time for our appointment in the barrens.