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healing, wintersbane responds simply with a coarse shrug of his shoulders. he realizes that it’s vague but in light of how his explanation was both picked apart and shot down by wylla, effectively costing him his once home, wintersbane doesn’t bother offering it here. he doesn’t want sympathy and he doesn’t want to be a charity case. wylla had made it clear that sagtannet didn’t need him anymore and that was that. coming across thade on his way to moonspear had been a coincidence and he was only here, now, to bring the boy home.

he wonders if, perhaps, he should leave the boy with nyx, let her take him back home; lingering in the assumption that wylla would be none-too-pleased to see him at her borders again even if it was with her son in tow. but …he couldn’t do that to the boy. thade deserved a proper goodbye; their time together was short but wintersbane couldn’t help but acknowledge that he’s grow a bit attached to him.

the tundrian draws in a breath. how’ve you been? he inquires. are your cubs well? he asks then, remembering that she’s had them, by now ( maybe she had them while he was still around, torvi doesn’t remember ).