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Heda provided the boy’s name, though she did not appear particularly moved by any desire to leave a message with him. Caracal squinted at the swarthy silhouette in the distance, disquiet stealing through him when he suddenly thought of Veteran. He didn’t want to get any closer, either.

Caracal threw back his head and howled, “Heda and I are heading out for a few days!” Surely Ensio would hear. And hopefully at least one member of the leadership—or someone who might relay the message—was in earshot as well.

That base covered, he turned his attention back to Heda, motioning for her to follow as he broke into a brisk trot. I didn’t know pheasants formed gangs, he quipped, glancing sidelong at her. Guess I don’t have to worry about defending or feeding myself on this trip, huh?