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The boy seemed to have a renewed sense of vigor - he looked lively and healthy, and was able to articulate his words better than ever. She was glad to hear that he did not believe she'd sent Ravesque after him. She was curious to as why the male would feel a need to follow his lookalike son and leave the pack behind, a safe haven for him and a place that Naniko had honestly thought suited him. It certainly suited her; she was very happy in Anathema and had no interest in leaving it any time soon. It seemed to need her as much as she needed it.
She believed that he was not the same child that had left the pack. He'd always be her child, she wanted to remind him, but kept her mouth shut on that issue for now. Her babies would always be her babies, and it was hard to look at them as adults at times. She could barely believe that her youngest three sons were full, functioning members of the pack now. It seemed surreal that she had come this far and done so much when time felt like it passed so slowly.
They walked together toward the caves until Scorpius spoke once more. Naniko halted in her tracks, turning back toward him with a look of puzzlement. "I don't understand" Something had happened between the two? "He was always hard on you...harder on you than I was. Did something happen?" She had not many any connections between Ravesque and the bag that he carried, and stood waiting in abject silence as scenarios rushed through her head. Was the red-eyed brute never coming back to the pack?