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Laurel!

The high-pitched shriek cut through the soft quiet of the grotto, alerting Phares to the nearby presence of the newest members of the church. A smile crossed his lips, knowing of Hiram's endeavour to bring his young back within his fold. Who was the mother, he did not know, but they were Hiram's by his right. They belonged here.

With fleet steps, the priest made his way to where the pup's voice had rung out, wondering what had caused her to cry out like that. Laurel. Was that another's name he did not know?

He came upon the russet-hued girl as she pawed at the rocky ground. He quirked his head curiously, though stopped a few meters away from her, allowing the child some distance. No doubt, she would be unsure still of her surroundings. "Greetings," he said with an air of warm formality.