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The familiar form of Cypress entered the scene and voiced his opinion on the matter of October going to Donnelaith. Kjalarr's icy gaze settled upon his little brother — easier to think of him that way then Kjalarr would have thought given that they were still strangers — studying the boy's features. In loss, Kjalarr was a beast of understanding. He'd lost much in his almost two years and Kjalarr was a realist to his core and knew that he would only lose more. Before Kjalarr could interject October seemed to melt before the young Frostfur boy and retract her mission, making him promises that she wouldn't leave. For a moment, Kjalarr wasn't sure what to say, grappling with the notion that it was ridiculous to promise him that she wouldn't leave. She couldn't stay glued to his side for the rest of his (and/or her) life. For a moment, Kjalarr saw some of his younger, lost, and broken self in his younger brother and his heart ached for him.

“If it is her safe return that concerns you, Cypress, I could escort her.” He, who had faced down two bears in his life and survived, with the ugly scars across the bridge of his muzzle to tell the gruesome story of his own teenage rebellion and idiocy. He offered the alternative because she had expressed interest in going and it was only at Cypress' pleading that her mind changed abruptly. “Or if your interest in visiting is no more, October, I can make the trip myself.” He was a (aspiring) ranger, after all and he'd made longer treks than this and his departure for the short time it would take for him to make the trek he knew his Aunt Kas could hold the fort. Loathe as he was to leave Ondine for any measure of time given her (what felt like rapidly) progressing pregnancy, October had put it in his mind to send someone to Donnelaith and he decided that it was probably a pretty good idea, especially given that he had no idea where Neverwinter stood with any of the other packs in the Wilds.

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