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The girl seemed to take to his suggestion, albeit slowly. Summer was a patient one, he simply stood wordlessly, studying the way her forehead creased and relaxed as her mind worked. When the question was posed, he pulled himself slowly out of his thoughts and looked at her sweet face, a smile easing it's way along his lips.

"We'll find her," he assured he, turning to lead her into the pack's inner regions, "There is an oasis further up the summit where we often come together. It's well placed so that our calls reach even the highest reaches of the Spire. From there, we'll be able to reach her wherever she may be the territory. Unless she has ventured out, she'll hear us, and she'll come." He couldn't see any reason for her not to. If a pack ate Jesus know called for him unexpectedly, he would be there most certainly to see what it was all about. Then again, if any pack mate were to call on the Ostrega, he would be there for them in an instant regardless.