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Fortune smiled on the insolent urchin that day; Wylla didn't hear his muttered insult. Astraeus got to keep his place in the pack for it, rather than facing the terminal end of Wylla's temper, although he'd lost any semblance of warmth the Eisen might've given him before for his earlier behaviour. That was what disrespect earned. If he wanted to pretend he was so alone and mistreated, then alone he would be.

Instead, she focused on Thade and Phaedra, whom she whispered a conspiratorial, race ya! to before shooting off at a gallop, leaving shedding the discomfort of Mahler's presence and the frustration of Astraeus' as she led the way to the rendezvous.