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All of her little awkward movements made sense when she explained why, and he quickly mirrored her, shoulders rising and he felt tense. The information that came second did not lessen the impact, and he took a few steps towards his friend, not knowing quite what to do, and sat down abruptly, resting his forehead on the palms of his hands. How naïve he was! What a poor Chief! He'd thought she had run away again, trusting her; he knew that he should have gone looking. That feeling that had struck him when he first learned of Brennt's attack on her and her sister, it came back now with full force. It sang to him how it was his fault. Haku, he was her father. Dawali had intended to seek him out, but rumors had advised him not to, and he had not wanted to misplace Tayui's trust in him. The red wolf knew now that he should have done so anyway, should have assessed him. Should have mapped the risks of his tribe's members, including Noir's. He'd been lulled into security by how the war had not touched them, how nobody seemed to threaten them, or even notice them much. With a sigh, the male pulled his palms across his face, and they became wet as his eyes touched them. He realized now that all his fingers shook, but he didn't know if it was with rage or sorrow. He was certainly strongly affected by both feelings. "When?"