i wonder

Dómari was hard at work as the afternoon sun beat down on his shoulders. He'd made his den and storage den on the edge of the moor and while it was still a good ways from the heart of the swamp, he wanted to be sure that he was safe from flooding and so he was setting about fortifying his densite. He was working on moving a particularly large log when a commanding call rang out at the borders of Celestial. Dómari flinched. That was Diarmuid… crap they'd been found out. Not that it was that surprising. Someone was bound to come looking for him and Alarik eventually and while Dómari was excited to see Diarmuid again he just wasn't sure how the man would react.

The boy sighed. Well, he couldn't hide out forever. Shifting his course he headed toward the source of the call where he saw the older man waiting for him. Dómari grinned sheepishly. "Hey Diarmuid, I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?"