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indent Her scent drew him, a familiar one that meant safety. the Great Mother was the only dog he would allow to walk these shores without question. Shaking his hair from his face, Gabriel made his way towards her location. At the very least, he wanted to talk to her. The thing that had first bound them had returned, and she needed to know. Flicking an ear back at a gull, Gabriel soon spotted the red-coated woman. “He’s back,” the Aquila said, tone indicating who he meant.