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The Bat who arrived home was a lot more subdued than the highly emotional Bat who had hurled curses (and dirt) at Artaax and fled like a Bat out of hell. But when she crossed the borders, the weary scout trudged to a stop, seemed to consider for a moment, then threw back her head. Despite herself, she called for her mother.

Wildfire arrived promptly and in a breathless rush, as if she'd been parked behind a nearby tree and just waiting for this moment. "Bat! What is it? What's wrong?" The mother ached to touch her child, touch her nose against the dried tears staining her cheeks. But she refrained, though her chestnut eyes were equal parts alarmed and concerned as they roved over the ranger.

"I ran into @Artaax," Bat said, which was literally the truth. "'We do not forgive natrona. Those we don't forgive don't live,'" she quoted, swallowing as her eyes pierced her mother's. "Mom, are you and @Kiwi and @Sequoia natrona...? Is Artaax going to come find us and try to kill us...?"