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He danced along thoughtlessly. He was pretty good at that; he was pretty good at a lot of things. Lately, everything had changed, and he had not seen his father in a while. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not; Conor didn't seem to miss him. Emwe thought he should, but he was uncertain whether he found that emotion inside him. Just like he wasn't certain he missed his mother, either. He often thought about Alexey right after he thought about his mother, so maybe it was okay not to miss her. He had forgotten her scent a long time ago, and the female had not returned to allow him to remember her. Thoughts like these, and thoughts about Mew and Inferni and other troubling things sometimes made him want to stay inside all day, but not today; today he danced along thoughtlessly. Vesle didn't follow him around as much anymore, either. In a way, it was very nice. He wouldn't have seen this place if she'd followed him, because he didn't like taking her out of the pack's claimed land. He hadn't been here before, either. Silver eyes studied the thick blanket of trees that shut out the sunlight from these parts. It was damp and very different from Dahlia, and sometimes he almost got scared. It was a good thing that every now and then there was a clearing, and he stood in them and studied the sky. It was blue and every bright. It was strange how that light did not find its way all the way to the floor of the forest. Emwe wondered where it went. Did it get lost along the way? He didn't blame it; he wondered if he wasn't a little bit lost in these woods himself. He'd been walking pretty far, and the scents of Dahlia had long since dissipated. Sometimes, though, it was a little nice to be lost.
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He danced along thoughtlessly. He was pretty good at that; he was pretty good at a lot of things. Lately, everything had changed, and he had not seen his father in a while. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not; Conor didn't seem to miss him. Emwe thought he should, but he was uncertain whether he found that emotion inside him. Just like he wasn't certain he missed his mother, either. He often thought about Alexey right after he thought about his mother, so maybe it was okay not to miss her. He had forgotten her scent a long time ago, and the female had not returned to allow him to remember her. Thoughts like these, and thoughts about Mew and Inferni and other troubling things sometimes made him want to stay inside all day, but not today; today he danced along thoughtlessly. Vesle didn't follow him around as much anymore, either. In a way, it was very nice. He wouldn't have seen this place if she'd followed him, because he didn't like taking her out of the pack's claimed land. He hadn't been here before, either. Silver eyes studied the thick blanket of trees that shut out the sunlight from these parts. It was damp and very different from Dahlia, and sometimes he almost got scared. It was a good thing that every now and then there was a clearing, and he stood in them and studied the sky. It was blue and every bright. It was strange how that light did not find its way all the way to the floor of the forest. Emwe wondered where it went. Did it get lost along the way? He didn't blame it; he wondered if he wasn't a little bit lost in these woods himself. He'd been walking pretty far, and the scents of Dahlia had long since dissipated. Sometimes, though, it was a little nice to be lost.