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Aventus contemplated Surya's words and tone alike, frowning at the man's news. He knew nothing of the suffocating anguish of losing a loved one — it wasn't clear any longer if he could feel such emotions at all — but he could sense the pain in Surya's voice. He gave a brisk nod and turned with a sharp jab of his muzzle to the path ahead, come, I'll show you to the river.

Water could not wash away the pain, but it could sooth the parched throat and cool the worn paws from travel.

He was not as suave as his father nor calculating as his mother, so it was difficult for Aventus to know what to say. He worse still the awkwardness of his youth, as well as a crown too large for his head and wisps of arrogance intermingled with uncertainty. There should have been some grand speech for Surya about Ursus and its mission, how the earthy man would fit in with their number, the expectations he would face.

Instead, all there was was a steady silver gaze turned to the newcomer, still adorned with that thoughtful frown, and another question: what does your new life look like?