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Eh, Pygmalion said indifferently to her supposition, giving a shrug. Some things, sure. Some of my family. I'm glad Pip is here, for one. But most of the rest, I could take or leave. I like it here. Maybe he could handle the scorching southern summers. He wouldn't know until he tried, right?

Still, he gave Ibis a grin. God, just imagine, the lot of us going north and then south again like a flock o' birds, he chuckled. Some packs traveled far with the seasons, but perhaps not that far. As much as he liked the idea—no, Bhediya would be miserable, and Ibis, too. Even in the summer.

It'll be sad to see all the pretty leaves gone from this place, Pyg remarked in an abrupt change of conversation, glancing upward.