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Something brought him back here.

Something blocked the ghost's memory, perhaps it was his anxieties, his desperation to be a good dog, perhaps something beyond had blocked his memory to... protect him?

This had been the last place he had any hope, as twisted as it was, a ghost trying again what had doomed him the first time as if this was the very first time.

But here he was on a pack's border, nervously twitching his ear as he gathered the courage to howl out, and when he did so it was...well, probably the most pathetic howl they would ever hear. One they have heard before, a year ago, a year and two weeks exactly!

But instead of waiting, this time Bad Dog put his nose to the ground and continued on further into the territory than what was proper for someone that howled at the border.

Soundless, nearly scentless.

Hunting for his salvation.