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Siku was healing though the incident had left him shaken. He was shyer than before, quieter. For the first time, she could see some of herself in the boy — a change that was decidedly unwelcome. She’d have given anything for the rambunctious child that reminded her so much of his father. Such thoughts went unspoken, unkind as they were. 

He was young yet. The dove could only hope that time would restore her son.

 She had taken a break from his side to wander into the wild wood surrounding the territory. The dog had not expected to see anyone, especially the children, but a glimpse of smoke flickered in the wood — too small to be any but Ensio or Arius, from here she could not quite be sure. 

The boy was old enough to wander she knew. The disgraced shaman continued on her path, intent on the Qeya river beneath Wintersbane’s keep, with the rib of a deer clasped in speckled jaws. If he spoke or seemed intent on company, she would stop. If not, she would continue on to the secret place where she left things for the inua.