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The young girl devoured the meats like a wild pig.

Kasmut watched her and smiled, sitting with her paws close together and her tail wrapped neatly near her haunch. She did not seem bothered by Belen’s curtness, or the sharp way that the girl spoke. The pale flower could only imagine what it must have been like to be a young girl and in such an unfamiliar setting.

Belen was sharp enough to sense some things, after all.

She is. She is called Satsu, Kasmut answered with a small nod of her head.

Tell me of your father, Belen. So that we will know him when he comes to search for his daughter. If that day ever came.