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He told her no, and to that, Nephele could only despair. Teeth to throat would not have been wanted, no, but it would have been better than sitting here waiting for a feast and knowing at some point, she was going to die if the woman returned.

Satsu spoke of Germanicus, and Nephele almost bit through her own tongue, her face giving a nigh imperceptible twitch at the name. The eagle she had met on the rainy day, he who had pointed her in the way of the Caldera. She closed her eyes, swallowing thickly. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn’t going.

Germanicus knew Two. Akashingo knew Sabah. Nobody knew Nephele. And maybe…maybe that was a good thing. She would persist as Sabah.

Until she needed to not be her anymore. Until war fell around her ears.

Satsu and Ramesses looked to need space, and Nephele did too. Her eyes fell to Maggie again, and jerked away, turning her face from the coyote.

I will go make sure she is long gone and remark the borders. She spoke, before sliding off herself, following in the path of Nyra to ensure the woman was as good as gone.