Toque never felt more rejected. They had betrayed him, his cousins from the north...
"He went this way, I'm sure of it."
They came running up, a pair of them. Toque witnessed them go as he slowly sundered back to town. The one spotted him but kept on running.
"I swear he came this way. Maybe he's just ahead of us."
"Right, let's keep moving."
Nearby, in a hollowed out log Sarganno let out a short wimper. Toque heard it and went to look.
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