Duck Lake illusion; diverted

He did not look for his sister.

She would return, or she wouldn't. He would still be here, stalwart bear-prince. He expected he would stand above her in title and loyalty alike for his devotion, and she would know that the weakness was hers, and she would not eye him with hunger in her eyes again. Then he could put aside the suspicion that she meant to kill him one day, and the silent urging that he must kill her first, and then they could be united as brother and sister once more.

He did not look for his sister, but he did spend time outside the territory, and he did heed Merrick when the dragon called for him, loping across the snowy meadow on strong limbs and thrusting his muzzle upward to yip a response. I come.