4/26/2026, 3:40 PM
A flash of something like sorrow entered the man's expression, and Cúán gave him a searching look. Taken. Not departed by choice. It sounded oddly similar to how Cúán himself had ended up in this strange land. The gods of Satriya had seen fit to pluck this wolf from his old home, too. But Cúán knew better than to pry if Ra did not wish to share, and so he held his tongue for the moment.
I am. They have been very generous,said Cúán.
If all wetlanders were like them, perhaps I would have left the desert by choice.
But they are not warriors. A part of me worries for them,he continued.
