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It was Lafayette's calls which had drawn Lucette to him; she understood quickly that one of the children was missing, though she lacked her twin's urgency. It hardly mattered. Lucette wondered sometimes whether any of them would survive at all without their elders to guide them.

She found her brother circling something she didn't recognize. Panic was written all over him. Lucette brushed past him wordlessly, bending to inspect the torn pellet with her nose hovering over it. Deep beneath the scents of owl and feces, she recognized a note far too familiar.

He had found Bastean after all.

Venom-green eyes flicked from her brother to the soiled remains. After a moment she began to move, feeling as if she were underwater again; surreal, almost. Lucette pulled a broad leaf from a bush and wrapped the pellet in its soft green folds. She picked up the little bundle and started toward the sea. Only a single glance over her shoulder beckoned Lafayette to follow.

Bastean belonged to the sea. They all did. It was time to see him home.