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Maegi was not far, as he had expected. He greeted her with a small smile and a wag that slowed and stilled as he noticed the despondent and weary expression she wore, and heard the toneless character of her words. Euron had already made up his mind that he was going back for Cicero; seeing the effects these circumstances had on his siblings only convinced him more.

"You look bad." He said to Maegi as his ears splayed to the sides. There was concern writ in the furrows of his brow. Of all of them she seemed to have taken the war and their exile the worst.

Ramsay informed her of their intentions and Euron nodded affirmatively. "Yup. Come on." For him it was not a question. He could not fathom the three of them splitting on such an important matter, and so without a second thought the patchwork pup turned and started heading south, back toward the dark woods that nursed them.