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Sobeille’s rapidfire questions implied some level of concern; she cared about Etienne. Treepie felt a small flicker of guilt for gatekeeping him, though Sobeille didn’t seem to fault her for her caution. Anyway, Tiuttuk would not apologize for keeping the mother’s and pups’ best interests at heart above all else.

He said he got too close to Gyrfalcon Keep and they attacked. As in, the falcons, she reported with a slight cant of her head. He said he wouldn’t go far, so just say the word if and when you want to see him.

She glanced at Yura, who seemed happy enough tending to the pups. Treepie suddenly wondered if she was the cousin. Sobeille hadn’t named her, nor clarified whether she was dead or simply elsewhere. She’d assumed the former, though she shifted her weight ponderously.

I’m happy to take over if you want to spend more time catching up with Yura, or if you want to eat, Tiuttuk said, pointing out the rat. Just say the word, she repeated with a little smile, stepping back to resume her quiet hovering.