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no, which is about what he expected. poor anatha. a frown twists his delicate features further, somehow doubtful he actually will, and a little nervous to send strange men after the girl when she'd clearly been traumatized. but, well, he can't be everywhere, anyway, can he? "delight," delight says, openly doubtful at this point. "my pack -- tindome -- is over that way in the vale." he points briefly, then sighs and drops his head back down, mumbling to his paws, "but i doubt you'll find her."