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The prince exhales with a snort, turning his head away for a moment. He supposes that the boy wasn't close enough to pick up the faint scent of Moonspear on the wind. Still. Once shown, teeth must not be put away so quickly. But he is pleased with the stranger's submission, and returns his gaze to him once more.

At ease, Llewellyn commands, his voice soft but rigid. Where are you traveling, Lucca Blackthorn? Tegan! That is who the boy reminded him of. Except that Tegan is a loud-mouthed fool, whereas this one. . .well, perhaps still a fool, but certainly not loud-mouthed (yet, anyway). Your face and pelt remind me of someone I know, he continues, tilting his head slightly. Do you know a young man named Tegan?

The Cerberus had sent Tegan on his way home. Was this a kin of his? Had they been separated, somehow?