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confusion blossomed quickly on kukutux' features; she watched in consternation as morgan seemed ready to shoulder a good deal of her burden. his drawl, decipherable after a moment, shocked her, and she circled out of her den to stand before him. "wait ... wait," the duck exclaimed, lashes fluttering against her cheek. "he will ... come after us?" but why? cry knew of her desires to depart the keep.

however, the girl understood the answer: he was a dark and possessive man. if he could lock her in this forest, then well he would. to that tone she was in agreement, draping two rabbit pelts across her slim shoulders, one bulging with dried pheasant and fish. but kukutux was not sure she trusted morgan completely, or if she wanted him near the small shelter she had built to start over.

what was the harm, the girl decided swiftly. if cry wished to track her, then that he would do, with or without morgan. and accompanied by the latter, she would have an easier time returning to the river junction. "this way," she muttered, sweeping toward the borders lightening to beach and sand.