brother sister too, do what you must do -- don't trust people you meet

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He hadn't spent nearly enough time in these big dark woods to understand them, but if Autumn could get in, then he could get out. It was a simple thought. Coupling that with the rising homesickness that the boy felt, and Larus was eagerly hunting for the exit path; he didn't know it was a path, though. Or that the cliffs rose up around this land of the sea wolves and walled him in - until he was faced with an impassible obstacle. The boy mewled upon discovering yet another sheer rock face, and doubled back along his path. Had he stayed near the den that had once been his resting place with Caiaphas, perhaps he'd have had better luck.

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