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Though he listened raptly, like a good boy, and agreed to all the "terms and conditions" with a stiff nod, Thade would not realize the significance of this event until it was far too late to protest it. He could not fathom the idea of never returning to this den, despite those very words being said to him. The implications of it all simply went over his head, and the Skarp felt nothing askew, because it was easy for disillusionment to settle.
They'd be back home tomorrow.
So he gathered up the most recently favorited chewing stick, which was a few good gnaws from being two sticks, and stood eagerly ahead of the small crowd, as if ready to lead them all forward. His lack of a headway notwithstanding, Thade seemed to have the confidence (and naivete) to presently undertake this change; manners which seemed absent in both his littermate and their unwelcome den-brother. Not that it took him long to notice.
Dropping his withered souvenir, the concerned child turned to reassure them. "S'okay, Phaedwa -- s'okay, 'Straeus. Ve -- ve, we jus' godda go live vit'th' res' of th' pack now." Whatever that meant. "Ve jus' godda.. jus' godda live vi -- wit' th' res' of th' pack now, okay?" His tail wagged high, childishly hopeful that his very dignified, rousing speech would coax the two from beneath their respective storm clouds.