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He wondered what pack Alaric had joined, though it was mostly an idle thought. Atreus only cared insofar as he mattered to Amalia, though he supposed he could question her about it in order to learn more about the local packs. There seemed to be so many, he wondered if he would be able to keep track of them properly.

Before he had the chance, she distracted him with a question. He thought about telling her about what had brought him to Inkeri in the first place, how he’d gone around introducing himself to the nearby packs and gathering intelligence on them to report back to Germanicus. As a fellow scout, surely she would be interested.

Instead, he found his brow furrowing as he said, Something’s up in Mereo. I don’t know what. The Imperator recently took off on some mysterious mission. He asked me and some others to keep up our patrols and look after Fennec, his mate. But there’s something off about everything lately, pretty much ever since we moved to the south end of the canyon… Atreus trailed off with a shrug.

He stayed silent for a moment before a thought coalesced in his mind and he voiced it aloud, saying, I don’t feel close to anybody in Mereo. I didn’t used to care. I even liked it that way. But I don’t know. It was nice, feeling close to Ink. And I like visiting with you. Did you know you’re my only real friend, Amalia?