He’d been missed, too. Hearing such a sentiment still felt just a tad foreign to Jet, but heartwarming all the same. That feeling faded upon Finley’s elaboration on the depths of the struggle the group had faced in his absence. Despite there being no fire nearby, the smoke had been enough to drive off their herds.
Which, the dark leader imagined, meant they’d been dipping into caches. And just before winter, that was in no way a good thing. The lack of answer regarding Caspian told him what he needed to know on that, as well. But at least no direct harm had come to anyone. That was good news.
”We’ll get through it. We always do,” he murmured softly. He was confident in that, though. This group had something special, and there wasn’t anyone else he’d rather face challenges with.
There was a call after that, a distant one, from Flair. Then another, from Cole, each of them welcoming him back. In between them, though, Jet caught out of the corner of one eye the flash of a light figure skirting he and Finley by a wide margin.
Another stab into his heart, the avoidance of Ryder continued to hurt. But he gestured faintly with an ear and the tip of his nose toward Finley’s son, in case she wished to greet him too. He could leave, and let the two of them have a deserved moment.
-possible exit for Jet if Finley decides to go see Ryder