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The borders were sought early today. The woodland boy had been spending so much time near the forest hunting that it almost felt unnatural to patrol like he should be doing something more than walking around, but his father had made the role sound much more important than it felt. What happened to Leta when they were young was proof that their borders had to be strong. You never know who might stroll along.

At least boredom would not come from his task as a call was sounded not long into his stroll. An ear swiveled towards the sound as West made out what direction it was from before hurrying to find the source. A greyscale woman caught his eye, someone he hadn't met before. Normally his parents dealt with the people who visited, but it wouldn't be nice to make her wait. Um, is there something I can help you with, Miss?