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She seemed to understand—or did she? His eyes looked over her closely, wondering of her. She remained a mystery to him, but when she questioned his relationship to what he assumed was her beau, he gave a small smile—an opening for conversation, apparently. “Somewhere in our family tree,” he confirmed, though he wasn’t quite sure how. Cousins, likely, somewhere in there.

With a casual nod of invitation, Akavir bent down to grasp the squirrel, leading her toward the area Jakoul had made her home—though it would seem the she-wolf wasn’t here, for the moment, and so he deposited the meal for her at the entrance of her den for when she returned—perhaps he would have time to find something larger to feed the woman. Something far better than the rodent.

With a cant of his muzzle, he began to wind closer to the river, eyes tracing the waters. “Lestan has seemed interest at our family history,” he shared, finally, crouching closer to the edge of the waters, waiting to see if any fish would come by. “I plan on taking him sometime closer to the forest my grandfather ruled for a time, nearer the ocean. Maybe you’d like to join us?”

Sometime—when he had answers regarding his daughter’s arranged marriage to a man in Akashingo, and when, perhaps, Jakoul had settled into motherhood. Spring.