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Valiant made mention of Moontide. Kyrell's mind turned back to the bison hunt. They were the organizers, if his memory served him correctly. Perhaps he would see a familiar face in Raiyuk if they went that way.

It was about time he had stretched his legs. Their pace was swift and Kyrell welcomed the the cool embrace of the shadowed forest. He cast a curious glance towards Valiant as they continued into the claim with brief announcement. The borders were open, then?

He would have to inquire at a different time. A masked man arrived to greet them. Giving the men a polite distance, the corners of his mouth lifted into an relaxed smile. When Dutch turned to him, Kyrell offered him a friendly wave of his tail.

Kyrell Woodstalker. Well met.