“Hi!” came a cheerful greeting from the entrance to the cavern.
Ephraim beamed as he turned around, recognizing the scent of the AniWayan who had joined him. Not sure how easily his tall form would fit in the cavern, he remained in his lupus form as he bounded up to the white-furred scout. She looked much happier than their last, covert meeting, and that warmed his heart and gave him some hope he’d feel happy in the Tribe, too.
“Been a while, darling!” the eunuch cooed, coming to a seat before her and lifting a paw to poke at her. He still grinned, somewhat silly, until his brown eyes found a scar over one of her jay-blue ones. He knew that many AniWayans had fought in the battle, either with or against the raiders. Since he’d stuck around the cottage where the prisoners were being freed, he hadn’t gotten to see how the others fared. Then again, it could be an older injury that he hadn’t noticed.
“How have you been faring?” he asked, his voice and smile slightly softer.
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