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Reyes kept to the outskirts of the group. He wasn't an antisocial child by any means, but his distaste for the realm within which they lived was too strong for him to ignore. The cub was sensitive when he should've been racing to see every inch of the sand bar; he should've been diving in to the shallows of the sea instead of staring skeptically at the retreating tide, considering his bloodline. Instead he was relentlessly sullen and moved reluctantly after them all, alert and nervous and unhappy, while each new aspect was revealed. Mother spoke of a scuttling creature that could pinch, and Reyes stared at it from a distance, making sure to tally those notes and keep them sequestered in his mind in case he should encounter one of the cthonic beasts in the future. Disgusting.