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Hush always found silence comforting. It was expected of him, honestly. The young hybrid had been born silence. His sister, named Quiet, had never uttered a single noise her whole life, and yet she provided him with the happiest memories of his life. He had never seen her again, but found some of that essence as he strode through the borders, embracing the quiet surroundings for a moment. Far from unobservant, the young man kept his eyes open, searching for movement in and out of the border.

There was a large white presence in the distance, slowly forming into a wolf as he drew near. Hush approached apprehensively until he smelled Drageda, where he chuffed, tail swinging lightly.