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Alongside his sister stood the Jade, absent the tears, but with a strained clench to his jaw. Sapphique had been lucky all these past years that it was presumably wanderlust who took its babes. They had been spared the cruel sickle of death, at least in Sobo's lifetime. Now they were staring down the wicked curve of the blade, head on, and it was difficult to swallow that reality.

Sobo did not believe they would find Requiem down the coast, but he nodded to his sister's suggestion all the same. It was selfish, too; the atmosphere of the pack was heavy of late. Njord had up and disappeared, leaving Meerkat and her brood lonesome and frightened, and now this. It was the worst possible time for them to go.

He desperately needed the escape for a short while.

We will look down de coast, he agreed, dropping his eyes to watch Etienne press gently against Mireille. The boy inquired after his brother. Sobo wished to spare him the pain, but felt that children deserved the truth, too. He shook his head grimly. We will keep looking, zwazo chanteur. De sea be a strange an' powerful mistress. Sometimes, she brings dem home dat have gone many miles away.