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For a long time, neither of them said anything. Midar eventually became lost in his thoughts, still aware but not fully there and content to let it go on for how ever long it needed to. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before Alarian's voice broke the silence. I know. I recognized your pack's scent, he replied, shifting his head a little to look at the other man. That's why I came here. The beast hadn't expected to find him sleeping, but he wouldn't bring that up again, even if the thought was accompanied by a flash of irritation; his companion seemed somewhat recovered, and he didn't want to stir things up.

His words were met with only more silence, and the beast wasn't quite sure what that meant. He wondered what the other man might be thinking right now but on the off chance that it might stir things up again, he just let it go. He returned his head to Alarian's back, and they stayed curled into each other for a long time, parting ways once more when real life could no longer be avoided.