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The black-banded Cairn felt his heart swell with pride at the small, precious bundle that tumbled in a flurry of gangly limbs from the overhang upon which she’d perched only moments before. A heavy splash, its sound subdued by the vast distance it had to travel to reach Szymon, lent his spirit wings — now, more than ever before, Qilaq would be his. Skellige owned them all — Doe, Szymon, and Qilaq — but the silver-ribbed behemoth had given his brother the right to a mate and daughter, and the golden-eyed boy was determined to keep both of them safe. Throwing back his head, he loosed a triumphant howl — in small measure, to guide Qilaq and comfort Doe, but mainly out of his own selfish joy. “Swim, Qilaq!” he shouted, his voice resonant and resplendent with fanatic pride. “Swim, my girl!” He laughed, throwing back his head at the strength he saw in his mate and child, and howled anew his triumph.

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