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Sriracha beamed at Xan's kind words. Ah! I only hope they'll come. Not all of them will, we have a strong love for our home, where we buried our mother. But some of them might, he said. For a moment his eyes took on a far-away quality as he thought about his family, nostalgia tinging the brightness of his joy. Before he bent back to the task at hand.

It was not long after that he found another hole in the ground, the entrance wide and low. It was dark inside, too dark for his unadjusted eyes to see. Looks promising, he said, looking to Xan for a moment before delving inside. He blinked in the darkness, the only source of light pouring in from behind him, casting a long shadow into the place. Blindly, he began to nose around, following the edges of the hole. Seems pretty big! he called over his shoulder. Come see!