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astraeus struggled, but mahler had expected it. the bedraggled little wolf had been through an instructured and unsure life; it was writ into every interaction the boy had made with the pair of eisen and their children. thus he tightened only briefly, more a steeling of his jaw, and bore the child up up up until the encampment grew larger and less distant.
only when they were within sight did he set astraeus down, nudging him gently in the direction of warmth, however unwanted the company seemed to be. the musiker himself followed closely, believing the babe far too weakened to attempt another escape, but keeping watch all the same. rest and food; a close eye to ensure he did not catch cold.