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Siku’s voice drew the young guardian’s attention. Emmerich had not grown into a comfortable state enough to tease his new brother. He looked at the speckled boy with softness in his hawkish eyes. He wanted the young healer to feel love before he felt the playfulness that dwelled in Emmerich and Anselm and even Mahler, when he found himself in the mood.

Quick white paws carried the boy toward Siku, and he breathed heavily as he brushed his shoulder against the paler boy. The groove in the earth was a good sign. A healer and maybe even a skilled hunter. It seemed that the soft-spoken boy had a number of talents.

Good find, Siku, he whispered with a smile.