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He felt the sting of tears and it bothers him even more - he, son of Cen and Iglux, child of Saatsine, should not be sniffling and weeping. He is far old enough to have better control over his emotions, after all. After some heavy breaths, he feels a bit better, a bit less like he will fracture and fall apart. And then a bark. His eyes snapped open as his head swung to see who neared him. C’eghaan approached, and Tsaałi gave the smallest smile. He loved his siblings fiercely and the complex thought of not being worthy of them left him longing to be close to them while somehow still being distant enough to not bring them down.

But C'eghaan did not shun him, and he had to admit the brooding wasn't going to help anything. I was just thinkin' a bit. He admitted before he stood and shook his coat out. They're pretty. He gestured with his snout towards the dancing little flickering lights. I just got distracted, I guess. He admitted and took a couple steps until he could bump his shoulder fondly against the War Son's darker shoulder. What do you think about it here? He trusted his parents and the other elders of Saatsine, but why did it need to be in such a sticky humid place?