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For once, Raleska was grateful for Kaertok giving instruction. Under any other circumstance, her back would bristle if a man told her what to do - but having Kaertok there, calmly dictating their strategy, seemed to settle her.

She nodded mutely, feeling a lump in her stomach. It did no good that they were talking about her son; Kaertok had never asked, and so, Raleska would never tell. "No. I mean, I don't think so." Val had largely been a homebody, which made his disappearance all the more troubling. Her stomach chilled at the idea him sitting lifeless in a bear's stomach -- but the bear's tracks had gone north, and Val south. "Come, I know a place where his scent is still present. His favorite spot."