Hideaway Strath reebok

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He is quiet as his mother, father, and the queen of Teaghlaigh exchange words. He pays as much attention as he is willing to give as he anxiously awaits Tapat’s arrival, unable to help the suspicion that perhaps she is lying. It seems unlikely, too much of what she says sounds like truth but Astik is weary. He does not trust those he does not know — at the very least not blindly. Of course he wonders just how much he can trust those he does know for Laurel, their own sister had attacked Tapat. Astik remembers and Astik will never forgive her for it even if the others have. Even now it strikes him as some sort of blasphemy — to attack one’s own blood with malicious intent. Unbeknownst to him Astik begins to zone out as he focuses intently on the inside of the Strath, his entire body tensing as a pale shape breaks through and rushes towards them. Tapat. The relief that washes over him threatens to knock his legs out from under him and as Tapat rushes to their mother first Astik studies him. He looks well, taken care of. Though he does not feel guilt, nor is he apologetic for his suspicions towards the wolves of Teaghlaigh he is grateful that they’ve taken care of Tapat as they claimed. His pale brother greets him last and Astik bumps his muzzle against his pale brother’s own. “I’ve missed you.” Astik murmurs lowly to Tapat.

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