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vesper had nothing to add to the conversation and so remained silent, watching the three glumly. this wasn't the homecoming they had expected; the isle still abandoned, a place they could make into their own fortress. perhaps to begin something here that felt like it had in their childhood. perhaps, one day, blueberry would join them. if vesper only knew what was turning over in the heads of their cousins— but, no, they only thought they were here until heda's heat was over.

"i think in a short while, caracal and i would welcome as much help as we can get." the darkling's fiery eyes snapped to heda, then, in time for the she-wolf to invite them to the greenhills. vesper nodded stiffly, then stood. they supposed it was a good a time as any to get to know the woman, who did not seem the smallest bit aggressive toward their presence. they had know doubt they could handle themself if that were to change, but vesper hoped for caracal's sake that such a situation would never occur.