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Sparrow heard the boy out, neither aware nor caring about his so-felt murderous intent. Even if she was aware, she would have found it baseless and petty- typical for a yearling. Nonetheless, he came to her asking for permission to leave and Sparrow intended to grant it. She felt neither excitement nor sadness at his decision- she felt nothing. Though she had apparently made some huge impact on the impressionable boy, he had failed to ever make a standing impression on her.

“I’m old enough to go off on my own, I want to find my own place in the world.” Sparrow tried not to roll her eyes at the whole "I'm old enough" spill. She wondered if his siblings had thought the same thing when they wandered off and... "disappeared."

"Of course," she said, no emotion in her voice. "You may leave and do as you wish."

She would have added that he was always welcome back in Abaven, but he wasn't really. Sparrow detested the idea of people coming and going from the pack. If he wanted to come back, he would be tested like everyone else.

"You're no longer an Abaven wolf, so shall I escort you to the borders, or will you see yourself out?" Sparrow said with a slight smile, trying to reiterate the finality of the situation. He wasn't a pack member anymore, so he needed to- well- get out of the pack.