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Bacchus was wandering through the mangroves restlessly, he hadn't been able to sit still for a week now. He hadn't wanted to leave the mangroves, but with Amalia deep in her studies and his mother worrying over her he hadn't the heart to leave. He knew how much that would hurt little Ama, but still he couldn't help the want of his paws to move.

He wasn't really on his way to anywhere when he heard Absinthe call out a little bit aways. She sought his grandmother. Curious he'd follow after her until his big paws came crashing up behind her. He really needed to work on the quiet, stealthy, kind of walking. Though his movements were loud he'd follow behind with his lips silent, if Abby wanted to tell him what she was doing he'd listen, and his simple presence would be his question to her.