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It seemed as if a deal was in the process of being made, thus resulting in the boy looking towards his master with obvious skepticism. Mazatl did not doubt the man’s ability to protect him, but still felt an increasing mass of dread in the pit of his stomach whilst thinking about traveling with the northerner. His upbringing had consisted of learning all of the ways to stay away from danger, not dive right into it—he was uncomfortable, and understandably so. The fact that three would be better than two hadn’t managed to distract him, nor had Athan’s threat. With a lowered head and flattened ears, he sought to drive his muzzle through the fur of the elder male’s side, a low whine pushing passed his lips at the same time.

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