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Bat's words had a reassuring effect on Breccan that he hadn't expected; she spoke of traveling with her cousin, then splitting off to do her own thing. It made him feel better, though he hadn't really realized that he needed the encouragement. Either way, it only made Bat seem even cooler in his eyes, especially since she still didn't call out his self-conscious tone. She had obviously gotten the hang of the "living-on-your-own thing," so surely he would be able to adjust too.

As far as the pack that she hoped to found with Tristan, it couldn't have sounded better to Breccan. He was feeling let down by Nuna's absence, and while he liked being independent, he was sick of being alone, if he was honest. He didn't want to settle down, necessarily, but wasn't that the premise of this Marga-whatever pack? Like Bat, he could come and go as he pleased, while still having a place to rest his head at night. He was excited by the idea, but he reminded himself that Bat hadn't even officially asked him to join them -- actually, all she had proposed was doing some hunting or fishing before it got too late.

"Yeah, I'd love to hang," he replied quickly. He obviously knew what kind of food they would catch if they went fishing, but he gave her a quizzical glance and asked, "Gulls? Dumb question, but what are those?" Everything about the coast was foreign to him, and for some reason, he didn't have a problem admitting that to his new friend.