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His aunt did have an answer about his dark-furred uncle, the one who had willingly turned away from them early enough on in Antares life for him to have moved on. It was easy to consider asking for more but Wraen alone further soured his thought on the situation, one he did not want to waste his time looking at now. Arcturus had not played a role in his life in a long time so no point in starting now, but it was a note to keep for later that he did still patrol these haunted valleys somewhere.. to some degree.

But, in his quiet way, he was thankful she did not fault him for his admission, instead confirming her own outlook--a sound one, he could appreciate.. to honor what was once great near, where they had come to be. As much as he hated to say it, his own felt like needing to flee from something looming over his shoulder, or simply giving up. But maybe it was all too fresh still, and too much of his life evidently left to live. Yeah, it's.. he sighed slowly through his nose, eyes squeezing shut. Hard. but it was not all he should say, when it had been nearly his everything. She steered his focus towards the island pack before his spiral slipped further. But, ah, no. I have never been. he softly shook his head, answer more stilted than he liked when he wondered where such a peace may be for him.