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Redd was considering sleep herself, but lifted her head when Gavrel woke up. He seemed apologetic but her tail swept behind her, and she expressed a light noise of reassurance as she accepted the gesture.

His voice, and his mannerisms, reminded her of someone. The Haelend had been many things, and she had never known him well, but her mother had trusted him. Like him, she sensed no threat in this man, and little need to posture as a result. Like the others, Haelend was lost to them, but the reminder Gavrel presented was comforting.

She wished to know how things had gone. How is the pack? she asked, looking at him but not rising just yet. It wasn’t exactly the right question, yet it was, for it was what she wished to know. How had they greeted him?