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"May be worth ensuring we can find safe passage across the flooding then," he rejoined. His gaze had taken to scanning the stony outcropping, but it seemed no worse for wear. "Perhaps I'll do that next." His addition was hushed as he looked to her, only then to follow her gaze as she surveyed their children.

Like the year before, the youngest of their brood grew. Wild and unharried by the changes in the world around them, he found a certain envy in their ability to be ignorant of the hazards that laid beyond their esteemed keep. For every stroke of bravado in their actions, he wondered how long they would be kept contained.

"And if safe passage can be found, we can hunt where the prey goes," he continued, picking up where he had trailed. "Then our concern will be keeping them from venturing too far."