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It is good to hear her giggle, Arturo thinks to himself. He is equal parts glad and relieved that Chusi is adjusting as well as she has. To the life in the Hinterlands, to the Strath, to her younger siblings. It is always a coin toss on how older siblings would take to their newer siblings. He has heard that sometimes they take well, become a good example and protective of their siblings and other times they lash out and resent them in jealousy that they are no longer the centre of their parents attention. His eldest children had never met Chusi, all have gone their separate ways now and he has not seen a single one for over a year. He doubts any of them will return to the Teekon Wilds at this point. “I like it here, too.” He confesses to her with a soft smile tugging at the corner of lips that are more oft than not severe. No part of Teaghlaigh has gone as he has strategically planned it too — he’d been chased from his first territory and he has uprooted himself from his second pick. Though, he’d never been overly fond of the coast in the first place. Ravensblood had been strategic, planting his roots close to his allies but neither of them remain in the valley and thus there was no real reason to remain among the bleeding sequoias. Teaghlaigh had ended up settling in the Hinterlands as he’d originally desired anyway …just further south and west. It is quiet and neither of their “neighboring” packs have given them any issue — though he has yet to strike out to Golden Glade with an alliance and their standing with Silver Creek remains on the vague neutral terms but at least the Creek pack knows of their presence. That, he supposes, is the most important part. He does not think that peace will last — it rarely does — so he cherishes it while it is bestowed upon Teaghlaigh.

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