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Siarut offered a warm smile and the nod of his head. “Hello.” He was surprised to see the similar coloring of their eyes, he definitely looked like an Ateneq. “I’ve waited a long time to meet you Sivullik.” And it was true. Since he had learned of his sister’s pregnancy just before leaving the last time, Siarut had longed to meet the children of his closest family. The bond of family that ran so strong and see deep in the north, was now waxing and waning. With only two Ateneq’s still in the area, where they had once lingered strong.

Siarut’s tail drifted behind him, and he sat back flopping to his side. Stag was not a puppy, but Siarut was still much larger than him. The yearling still growing. There was no reason for the youngster to feel so uncomfortable.