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Starling didn't want to go back, not yet. It was too cold up there, even in the summer, and he missed the snakes. They had all hunkered down after their season. Abaven was beautiful with the grasses and the rapids. He didn't much like the boat... So he had decided he'd hang around for the rest of the day and perhaps stay the night before going back to complete his training. Now that Bass was home his desire to continue his training was electrified, and he was nearly hoping on his paws. Abaven needed him to learn to heal better than he did, and so he would. But that didn't mean he couldn't hang around for a bit, right? So he sprawled out across the entrance to the family den, one that would not be able to hold the entire family any longer, now that everyone was at that age. He'd have to find something just for him, something with a better place to store his herbs. With a yawn he'd stretch, enjoying the sun on his back and the scent of the plains in his nose. This place was heaven and he never wanted to leave again.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"