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Shaye's answer is clear enough. And while it isn't certain what will happen when the hourglass runs up, Leera and her children will be protected. The lithe woman says nothing, instead she watches Shaye with even, pink eyes and licks her lips slowly before uncurling herself from her sleeping offpsring and stepping out into the light of the Abaven day. She settles wordlessly near Shaye, figuring that it is more approapriate to speak like this than within the reach of tiny, listening ears, and lets a few quiet moments pass between the two women before she speaks again, this time keeping her gaze on the unfamiliar surroundings that are becoming familiar.

There is something else on her mind. A small, prickling question she's been wondering about since her arrival in the new packlands. "I don't wish to be out of line with this curiosity, but," she murmurs, tail flicking. "What has come of Acere?" She says nothing else. The white wolf had essentially vowed for her freedom from Tyranis -- it isn't outrageous for her to wonder where he's gone after his dispute with his former pack.

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