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At first Meerkat only shook her head, and Keen prepared to excuse herself. Then suddenly she was offering up a description, her missing son, and Keen could only wonder if her mother had ever done the same. Probably not. It was a bitter thought, but Keen was long past wanting others to share in what she'd suffered. She nodded slowly as Meerkat went on.
Sort of. I'd like to settle somewhere soon, but in the mean time, I can keep an eye out for Swordfish, Keen returned, mentally filing the description away. Brownish-grey, red tail, blue eyes. He sounded distinctive enough. Of course she wondered what had happened, but she knew better than to ask.