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Kevlyn's interactions with Larus were limited to brief sightings and a few passed words, usually in the presence of Caiaphas or the pack as a whole. Maybe it was just that he threw himself into his lessons to cope with his lingering homesickness and grief, or maybe it was because he couldn't relate to the pine wolf who was twice his age. He certainly didn't mean to avoid him, but Kevlyn found he rarely knew what to say, and often felt too little and dumb to speak with his Spawn brother.

Today was no different. The sterling cub padded alone along the strand—the consorts and sirens had long since bent his will to their own, so running off wasn't a possibility. Larus sat in the distance, facing a choppy sea, and Kevlyn slowly drew near though as always he didn't know what to say. He didn't try to initiate play—he was rather vain and didn't want to appear babyish to the older boy.

Instead, he flopped down in the sand with a heavy sigh and angled his head back so he could stare questioningly up at Larus. He still didn't know what to say.