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Little did she know, Stag was not only already watching her, but was also behind her. The sound of a harrumph drew her ears back and she turned her head to spot emerald eyes in a stoic face. She'd never met his father, but if she had, she might spot a streak of resemblance there, except Stigmata had been a severe wolf, and Stag was anything but.

Hello, Stag, she greeted with a wan smile, slowing so he could catch up and job alongside her rather than behind. She'd felt a little animosity toward him in light of his inexperience with cubs and the proper etiquette surrounding that, but it was all forgotten now. In fact, the boy had stepped up for Phaedra in a way that even her father was failing to do nowadays, and she couldn't put words to how grateful she was for his visits. They distracted her daughter from her sorrow and gave her something to smile about and look forward to.

Phaedra's really taken a liking to you, she commented, wondering if the boy was aware of just how precious he was to the little Skarp. Thank you for visiting so often. It really means a lot to her, and me.