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She seemed to get it, then, and Grayday wagged his tail at her response. In his mind, she was still the tiny girl he'd plucked from the bushes, and something about her pattern of speech only reinforced that. Sorrel would be lucky to ever become an adult in the leader's eyes - something that would become very clear in the next couple of days.

"You were crying before," said the male, settling down where he stood. "Do you want me to stay here for a bit while you rest? Or did you need something?"