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His overview was complete. Anything that stirred in any direction was easily spotted by him, and though his nose could not reach that far, his eyes would not fail him. Especially not since Gvihita was flying high in the air, aiding him. Four eyes were better than two, especially if two of them were eagle eyes. He did not wait long until a familiar face approached him; he coudl recognise her from quite the distance. Could be she had seen him leave, as she looked so very determined. He sat when she reached him, and his posture was submissive as it should be; he would not risk anything. Even if he doubted it, Shiloh might not have come to help him.
As she spoke, however, he relaxed, though his pose was still clearly submissive. She towered over him on her two legs, and his posture made him believe it. Clearly, she was his superior, even if her words stated loyalty. He smiled at her words, though - they were kind. "Thank you, Shiloh." he said. "I have worries in my heart, though." he continued, sitting down with his tail limp along his leg. Still, he was hesitant to seek her help. What if she got involved, punished for trying to help him? With so much alread on his conscience, it was difficult to include someone else. He could, potentially, spread only misery in his quest to do good.