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They arrived at the place Valravn had frequented, and Kaertok bent down to take in his scent. It had faded, but it was still there. The Tartok took several deep breaths (and several shallow ones), hoping to memorize the scent well. If he came across the boy, he wanted to make sure he did not make a mistake and let him go. That would be a serious offense, and Kaertok did not wish for that. He spent several minutes there, pawing at the dirt some here and there, checking all the way around the tree where the mossy burrow started. When he was satisfied, he took a step back, then glanced at Raleska.

He will be found, he said.

In what state, Kaertok could not know. Hopefully he would be found alive and well, full of life, if not a little bit spooked from living on his own for a time. All they had now was hope, and he knew that this was important to Raleska. To Rusalka, too. Losing a child was a horrible thing, even though Kaertok knew it did happen. Even some of his own younger siblings had vanished without a trace, never to be found again. He did not wish that on Valravn, Raleska, or Rusalka as a whole.