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Psamathe and the queen herself arrived promptly, portraits of respect even though Junior knew they didn't think much of males in charge. She wetted her lips, then turned to face her father again with the sisters flanking her. She felt a sudden sense of calm confidence. She was at peace with her choice. Although the youth would not become a believer overnight, she wondered if it was the Sea's and Moon's influence.

Fox appeared. She was the embodiment of Junior's fears and anxieties and the youngster tensed. Would the red she-wolf rebuke her for her behavior the other day? When she didn't mention it, Junior swallowed. She decided to more or less ignore Fox. It was too difficult to face her. The way she saw it, the wedge between herself and her father was shaped like a Fox... with some squirmy bundles attached to her.

She wanted to protest her father's brusque words. They weren't kidnapping her, for crying out loud! Did he think he'd raised a moron? Junior held her tongue, though, fully trusting that Aktaiê and Psamathe would calmly and gracefully answer Peregrine's questions. Then the three of them could be on their way to their fresh start.