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Druid expected a token protest, though Kikimora seemed more than ready to get to bed. The Den Mother smiled at her indulgently, bending down to plant a kiss between the little girl’s ears.

Artio, Averie, she called, raising her voice only a little, it’s time to start getting ready for bed.

This time, she received some groans. But the two livelier Butternuts heeded her soon enough. Heda’s promise of a song certainly helped. Druid chuckled to herself as she nosed the sleepier ones to their feet. She let her sister take point while she took up the caboose position in their somnolent caravan.