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Social conventions commanded him to call after Killdeer and at least exchange a few pleasantries, especially since he seemed like a pretty nice dude. His lips parted as the other male turned to leave, but he pressed them together, as it made no sense to force a conversation at this point.

Ah, take care, he offered, feeling like a heel.

But then he was alone again, which was what he wanted—maybe even needed—right now. He crept backward into the trees, eager to avoid being spotted by any more curious pairs of eyes, and occupied himself by attempting to locate the feeding Wyvern.