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He didn't answer her right away, focusing instead on his descent. Bat smiled and waited patiently, tail slowly waving. As Breccan climbed toward the sand, she arched her head and nibbled at an itchy spot on her left shoulder blade, tasting salt. By the time she faced forward again, he had touched down.

Her smile flickered at his news. "I'm sorry," she said, injecting as much authenticity into the platitude as possible. Breccan didn't seem to want to linger on the subject, so she rolled with it when he asked a question of his own. "Yeah, we've actually decided to camp out in Coconut Grove and start a pack. It's called Margaritaville. You should come check it out sometime."

She thought about mentioning the fact that she'd been keeping an eye out for him for a while, though she had to wonder if that wasn't too creepy? Maybe she'd bring it up later, not that it really mattered. There was something she liked about Breccan, even though they'd only met the once, and Bat found herself wanting to get to know him better. Here was her chance, plus maybe it would heighten her chances of recruiting him.

"Gotten into anything fun since we last saw you?" she wondered conversationally. He hadn't found his friend, yet it had been weeks since they'd spoken last, so surely he'd seen some sights, met some new faces or done something worth telling about.