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Rivenwood. Raided.

She frowned, a sharp features on already pointed features. She does not like what she hears, but it is the truth. It was news she must hear and have settled into her mind. Sakhmet had never dealt with a raid. Although she had been old enough to remember how her first home had become unsafe. Granted that had been from forces far larger than any raid group.

I know. She breathed softly, sought to brush her muzzle against his chest. Physical reassurance.

I don't want you to have to fight, though. I want a safe start with you. If we must...find somewhere further, we will. Anything for us.

To keep them safe. To keep them together.

She would not lose him to a raid.