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It was the sound of the branch hitting the earth that stirred the boy from his slumber. Sleepy jade eyes flickered open once or twice before he breathed a tired sigh. Trench’s mind had been filled with remarkable dreams only moments before, but they had slipped from his head and were swiftly fading from his memory. When he felt perfectly grounded in his waking mind, the dark pup rose to his paws and slowly moved toward the mouth of the den. It was here that he got his first vision of the pale boy called Stag. Trench peered at him with wide eyes, taking in the shape of the ivory child and then waving his tail from side to side.
 
“Hi,” the boy greeted in a soft voice, still hoarse from his illness. The branch remained on the ground. Trench peered at it curiously, sniffing once or twice at the maple leaves that still desperately clung to the spindly twigs. “Who you?” the inkling inquired after a second of silence, drawing his silver-flecked vision to the features of the other boy.