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The mirth collected in the pit of his belly. It warmed his cheeks. He had never laughed like that before - and probably wouldn't for a while yet - so he savoured the sensations that lingered. As the boy reiterated that he was no threat, Revui was still softly chuckling to himself but he nodded, and then sombrely added: No, you are funny! You should visit just to tell them your story. I am sure Hydra would be amused by it also. As he spoke he began to move away from the spry young wolf, no longer finding it important to observe him or trace the glimmering stars overhead. He had half a mind to return to the mountain to try and share the tale himself but - it would have been better coming from this storyteller. So lost in his good humours was Revui that he soon was drifting away in the night, like a ship mistakenly untied from its moorings.