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Doubting the pack's frenzied mind,
The polished wolf with a single voice shines like glass.
His new pack retreats; no time to spare or unwind.
The old clan status cannot break the ties that bind.
He'll follow the alpha anywhere from sand to grass.
A civil fight has been declared and defined,
Much to his dread made amass.
The enemy's hatred has made her blind,
His old allies all too eager to harass;
One of the worst days in his eyes, alas.
Outsiders ask, 'why, when your bones were in a grind?
Why follow him, why does he get a pass?'
'Simple; he jumps and howls his courage and proves his worth'.
Who is this loyal beta? There is one more fact to unearth:
He is Thomas - a doubter of lies, a follower of truths, and a Toppat of class.