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The boy's tail waved and his expression grew radiant upon Shikoba's acceptance of the idea; he was thrilled! The thought of them running upon the sand or swimming after fish, or with her meeting Heda, and Bartholomew, and anyone else there - it fed some deeply rooted feelings within him. Still, he was unsettled by how attached he was to a place that wasn't truly home. This was home, this was where he was meant to be.

His mother spoke of his path, and of his skills growing. In time he would go out and do what was traditional to Moonglow and find himself. He did not want to leave her again, he did not want to be apart from his family again, but he knew by now that it did not need to be forever.

Has Mojag found something he wants to do? The question was simple, and not simple, at the same time.

I... He didn't know what to say. The first thought in his mind was to mention the sea again, but...

No, I don't know. He was a hunter's son, so what else could he do? Mojag had never done anything else, even on the island. He had done whatever he could to be useful to Bartholomew and now that he was home, what else could he do but the same? I just want to be of use. I am a hunter.

His smile was genuine, although it didn't feel entirely right as he pressed close once more to his mother.