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I do not look for her

Her words cut as she releases them. Caan does not flinch from her tone. For the briefest instance, the hard edge to his gaze softened.

"I no longer look for my own, either." The truth crosses his thoughts, but he does not find the strength to voice it.

When had he stopped searching for Morwenna? When did his heart release the hope that he would see his mother again? Was it when he father found him?  Did his hope die as he waited at the banks of the Winter Scar?

Those red eyes rise to meet his. A hard glare the held a certain kind of boldness brought out only with pride. A wounded pride.

If you only scavenge then I do not see need to run you off. What use is there in spilling blood over spoiling meat? Caan stepped forward, matching her eye line with his own. But only the Sun Clan may hunt the caribou. A new man among us found this out the hard way. As did the woman who followed him.

A twitch of his lip revealed the tip of one fang, before Caan pressed forward, walking past Cetseni with a bump of their shoulders. Not stopping to look back, the boy needled the lone Muradoii in the tongue of his father.

Whenever you are tired of scraps, seek my father before you do anything foolish. Only he can make you Saastine once more.