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Akantha churned his words over and over in her head until they lacked meaning—she snorted. Why would a male willingly walk beside them unless he truly had no where else to turn? She'd heard nothing of any kidnappings; she would be the first to know if there was a plan to do so, after all. So what the boy said must be true and there was no other explaination or need to consider it further. "Meteora must have found some worth in you. Come on." Akantha said, brushing past him to continue on across the snowy slopes.

Though she was normally content to walk in silence (and alone, no less), she imagined it would be more useful to swallow her irritation and talk to him. "What has she told you so far?" She asked, clambering over a large rock rather than chosing to go around it. Akantha did things the hard way, most of the time.

Whip answered and Akantha nodded, needing nothing more than confirmation he wasn't just drifting in their wake. She motioned for him to follow and the pair headed off in search of food to fill their bellies.