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It was getting harder for him to breathe.
 
‘… it’s a bit of a raw deal for all of us, isn’t it?’
 
The crease in his brow deepened at this and he looked to the milky-eyed wolf with an expression of complete shock and fear.
 
“No, no… no that’s not…” he stammered out. The shade shook his head, trying to rattle some sense into his own thick skull. “He did have to work. We all did… to get the pack formed and to get members that were willing to follow. That can’t be handed to him. They’d have to trust him to join, wouldn’t they?” It made sense, did it not? Didn’t their numbers have to believe in Osiris and trust that he would lead them to great things? The longer he thought about his own reasons for having followed his brother, the more he realized that he might have done so out of obligation – because he owed it to his kin to see this through with him.
 
All the while, he wondered if Fennec had actually met Osiris or if she had crossed paths with someone else in their brood. If this was her lasting impression of the green-eyed Ostrega, Atlas was terrified of what she would say about him when they had finished their talk.