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Masque wanted to show him around the woodland she had spoken of, the one she lived in with her mate. Sable licked his nose, shaking his head to the first question and raising his head to indicate the ocean over his shoulder. It had been cold as ice but it yielded him at least something to eat.

He thought, for a moment, about following her back into the woodlands. His gaze turned to the distant peak, far far away from here, where he knew the Vale sat beneath. He needed to go say his final goodbye to the father he pursued doggedly.

Can’t stay long. He finally rasped aloud, wincing at the way the disuse and the saltwater he probably shouldn’t have swallowed burned at his throat. He would come back afterwards, maybe, but this was something he needed to do.