Beranhond followed, slowly calming down, the shadow on Nym's face fading away.
"You said your mother couldn't stay with your father, what do you remember about her? Did he ever say what kind of magic she did?" Beranhond said quietly, trying to sound respectful, but remaining cautious. As he looked at the box the cries in his head reverberated louder.
"What do you intend to do with... your friends in the box?" As he looked at the star on the box his head filled with a multitude of cries that rent his mind, nearly blinding him. He quickly looked to his right and saw Tigrisclawu staring back at him.
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