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the boy ate. the part of germanicus that was indeed fatherly was satisfied by this. matteo would keep himself alive with such small meals if he learned to catch them. a wolf could subsist on small game, even if hunger would be a constant companion.

"i will accompany you to the isle, if you wish," he offered. "for now, nothing is needed. how many days away do you believe moontide to be?" he asked, starting to move away from the muddy shoreline.