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let's go. her willingness to move on was patently dawn, and he smiled, though it faded soon after. it wasn't fair to brook to continuously compare her to her mother, nor was it helping him heal. and with each comparison came the thought of another woman, her aunt—

and his sins against easy were even more egregious. they felt that way to him, anyway.

aditya gave her a nod. we will, he promised. then he turned toward the forest, brows knitted in cautious curiosity. though i wonder if anyone still lives here. the scents are very faint. perhaps we'll give them a call, see if they'll let us rest for a while. or go right on in, if no one was home, nor would be again.

he lifted his muzzle and howled, requesting an audience with the master of this land. he glanced at his daughter as the sound echoed out, fading away. the sea could still be very far away. they would need their strength.