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He turned at the sound of his brother’s belligerent cry, head tilting. He blinked owlishly but did not deign to reply. After a few beats, he faced for- and outward again, deliberating which way to go first.

Atreus resumed his tiny march in a straight line from the den’s mouth. He went another five feet before glancing over his shoulder, the look on his face asking, Well? Are you coming or not?