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The man followed, listening as Ariadne spoke to him. He found that he enjoyed the sound of her voice, the pleasant ring to her words. She was as sweet as her mother, though she carried still some of the softness of childhood in her spirit. This was not frowned upon. Kannoyak thought it warm and welcoming in comparison to the travelers he had met on his journeys.

Once she had walked them to the cave, the white hunter inspected it with a waving tail. His nose searched the ground and the depth of the cavern. As he turned back to his company, he could see light glinting from the water of the lake. It was a beautiful place to make a den.

It is perfect, moongirl. His head bowed in thanks.