Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

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Ever since the alabaster male had appeared, the boy's heart hadn't stopped racing. No amount of comfort provided by his master had been able to ease his mind, for his thoughts continuously drifted back to just how dangerous of a situation he was in. For how much longer would the man keep himself controlled, before not even Athan's threats could subdue him? Not knowing, he was struck with a strong desire to turn tail and flee, to go into hiding until the coast was clear. Yet, rather than doing so, he'd kept himself tucked away beneath the chin of his guardian, wanting to trust that he'd be kept out of harm's way. Although, despite his wishes, he could not shake his unease entirely. And, just as his namesake might do, Mazatl kept his wide-eyed gaze on the northerner at all times, distrustful.

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