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He hung around the den lately, not so close as to alert Jhala, but close enough to see the children as they explored further and further from their home. They were older now, bigger, more able to see everything their land had to offer. Phares watched with interest as the pale sprite — the smaller of the two, he had come to realise — played with leaves just outside the den. It was only when he began to stray away did he then decide to intervene.

The priest's steps quickened at the sound of the boy's frightened cries, and he came to a halt before him with a friendly smile, hoping to stop him in his tracks. "Young one," he greeted, unsure if he understood the spoken word yet. He lowered himself and settled onto the ground so as not to frighten the pup further, hoping to spend a bit of time with the newest member of their church.