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follow. . .that he could do. he trailed after the shadow with a nod, remaining just off, not quite breast-to-breast with the young man. for young he was, but not lacking power; surya was impressed that a yearling could display such authority.

then again, his home pack had been so large as to never afford him that opportunity. . .and besides, studious satya or shrewd shanthi would be better off in control, anyway.

always the weak link—

what does your new life look like? better, he said automatically, and the bitterness crept back into his voice. not that he'd been afforded all that bad a hand, if one looked at it objectively, but an angry young man was unable (perhaps unwilling) to see past the slights.

new, surya repeated, and shrugged. i only want to move on. were they approaching the river soon? he felt suddenly parched.