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Almost as if the mere thought of him had brought the child into fruition, the scent of Jagoda had not struck Skellige’s ears until his name had fallen from the other male’s lips. Startled, the brute swung his skull around to face the white-masked man with wild russet eyes. His lip peeled wayward over stained canines to expose them to the unknown creature until he was able to focus on the being in front of him. Blinking once or twice and drawing the boy into his vision to calm the roar in his gut, the wraith breathed a heavy sigh through his nostrils and shook his head in disbelief.
 
“Jagoda,” he drawled in a tone that was not lacking in surprise. How could they be abandoning their home and venturing into unknown land? They were leaving behind all that the Cairn family had in their possession, and though it brought a sense of self-worth to the dark-eyed brute, he could not imagine how well Warsaw was doing without the aid of their strongest dredge and the fiercest of their anglers.
 
Lifting his brows upward slightly, the wraith canted his head off to one side curiously. His expression was stern, but that was far from abnormal for the titan of a wolf. “What has brought you here, Jagoda?” he asked of his brother. The glint in his gaze was sharp and his ears were held aloft, hoping to capture any unknown information that might pass through the dark boy’s lips.

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