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he dipped his head to each in turn.

angel… good bring, he said, warmth carved in his tone. dreamgirl. welcome. you stay if you want. great sky open.

his yellow eyes softened at her shy, down-turned gaze— not with dominance, but reassurance.

no need fear, he murmured.

then to etienne, a brow lifted in pleased surprise.

you know herb? sega stepped closer, interest clear. very good. we need this. hunters get hurt. young get sick. herbpaw good for band.

he gave angel a small glance— approval, quiet but unmistakable— before turning back to all three.

you come. must be hungry? we have plenty of food.