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It seemed that Sazora was the bravest of them all, blazing through the entrance of the den and into the light. Axel was much more accustomed to the dark, shadowy walls of the dugout den. He much preferred the cool, packed space of all of them in here together. Yet, one by one, they'd leave the den. Until it was just Riarxis and he.

The little shadow would groan softly, agreeing mostly with his littler brother — he'd rather stay in and sleep. Though for Riarxis, he supposed that was all he really saw. So, Axel found his way to his side and, begrudgingly, made his way outside, guiding his brother out. He wouldn't be the one to let his little brother stay alone in the dark.