You’ve done a lot. He blinked, his expression tightening once more. What was that supposed to mean? The shallows weren’t large in size, so Sachiel had to do a lot, but he didn’t mind. The agouti boy liked being able to provide for his pack and be of use to them. Otherwise, what was the point of him being there? He wanted to earn his keep, not take advantage of Askan and Reyes. They had allowed him to join without knowing much about him, or having him prove his worth to them, so Sachiel as though he owed them. Even if he was an honorary Selwyn now.

Uh, he started after the pale female asked for the cub’s name, his ears sweeping back against his dark skull, I don’t remember her name. He didn’t care to remember it. Dark fur, bright—annoyingly—orange eyes. But not orange like Pumpkin Eyes, where they were almost bearable. No, hers had been headache-inducing, like the tangerine leaves of the Vale. Yeah, maybe, he retorted, his expression still neutral, I dono if Askan or Reyes would be keen on that. They don’t really like having others cross the borders. Even if they had been invited across. Except for the pale leader of Driftwood—he had made an appearance in the shallows. But the girl? Sure, she had met Askan, but did that mean the grumpy Edge Lord liked her, or wanted her visiting. He’d have to confirm.