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Kieran had his own secrets. His own heartache, his own grief. He wore it like another set of fur. It was on his skin, it was in his blood. He refused to talk about it though. He would not talk of Kiva, or Kane or Kiara or his parents. He would not tell another of them at least not now. He had promised himself a long time ago, that if the time came that another could work their magic nad make his heart whole. He'd tell them all, but as of yet there was none that had done so. Oh there were many this pack, his friends that were filling the void, but they weren't making it whole.

Kieran lifted his head at the whisper of his name. "'eeloo 'dere, miss bazi. 'owaya? aye oi'm searchin' for sum grub.
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