Hideaway Strath reebok

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The rook is quiet as they approach the borders of the unknown pack that houses Tapat’s scent and faintly Dagfinn’s. Astik remembers him but mostly on the travels to the Glade but he has, admittedly, made little effort to socialize with wolves of the once Glade. His attention was more focused on Tapat and his occasional bought of wandering. He itches to seek out Tapat, had hoped that their mother’s call might summon the pallid boy but instead it summons a woman. Asti’s amber gaze takes her in with stony indifference. She is a stranger and his developing hostility towards those he does not know will no doubt cost him. The dark prince humbles himself, however, if only because she does not have to be a stranger. After all, they are on her borders. Surprise lifts Astik’s gaze in her direction when she addresses him, shoulders stiffening like a soldier called to attention as she speaks his name and surmises that Tapat must be missing him. For a moment guilt rises in the rook’s throat and threatens to suffocate him because what kind of protector is he to have let this happen, to have been parted so long from Tapat? He does not confirm her assumption because it is fairly obvious enough on it’s own. As much as Astik desires to ask to see Tapat he stills his tongue because he does not doubt he will be reunited with his brother soon.

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