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Distant, secluded by his own doing; he wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore, confused and consumed by it. His challenge months ago was driven by the desire to hold down the fort until Caiaphas made her return—but now that she had come and gone in the same breath, he wondered about his own place within the pack. When a distantly familiar voice broke the silence, he was hesitant: he could respond or he could hang back, forfeiting his rank over to the first to respond instead; he considered it for a strong minute, swayed only by the joining of another, more familiar voice.

If someone else still thought to request him, then was it really his feelings alone that should contribute to his decision? Would he be failing them if he chose to do whatever he pleased? The possibility alone that he was being selfish made the decision for him, turning about and making his way towards the gathering in the outskirts.

When Aningan arrived, his gaze drifted from the woman to the boys, lingering on Scarab longer than the other; his brows pinched together, deep in thought, before a single memory was dragged to the surface. “Turtle saviour!” he greeted him by, now knowing what those creatures on the beach were called. “Are you back to stay?” Although he was glad to see another face from the coast returned, he wondered why the one he had wished so desperately to return was the only one to not remain.