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His admiration and gratitude deepened at those words. Ashlar relished the friendly embrace a moment longer, and he knew his affection had deepened into more with this conversation. Prophet was worthy of his place here, worthy of friendship and the good things that life could bring.

We are family. He replied, affirming the thought and the way he knew the pack to be. And with that statement, he knew an answer. Ashlar wondered what Prophet would think of it.

I can't choose them. I think... I think I should let them choose. If they want to know me. Ashlar looked down uncertainly. She said she didn't need me. She thanked me for them. Maybe... they need family that chooses them. His presence would only remind them that other things came first. And maybe knowing this would be harder for him as well.