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I awoke to the pittering of rain upon leaf and bough. I raised my head, a slight smile on my face; I liked the rain... My fur seemed suited to it, for the drops simply slipped away, rarely soaking in, and it soothed my injured limb as I stretched...
Glistening drops... Cling to the spider's web, adorned by a widow...
I sat there awhile, in the sweet-swelling rain, pondering and thinking...
I missed Paavo and Shyla dearly.
I wonder where they could be... My heart ached for them both.
And then there was the stag, Hania... Silly that I'd called him Wisp. It was only because of others that I'd found out who he was... But I was strangely glad.
Hania. A good name...
And Birrmagnur... The good sir. How wise he was! He was strong, too... But... he could never replace Paavo...
I finally raised myself from the ground, perking my ears to listen. To my surprise, many were about at this rainy hour... Sir Birrmagnur, Aegle, and the doe named Chantico...
First I will seek out Chantico, I decided.
I am sure she is lonely... She hates for so many to approach her...
I stayed with her a while, but soon I heard Birrmagnur call to me... and I was obliged to go to him. Remorsefully I told Chantico not to follow me; I knew that where I would go, there would be plenty of deer... and she would dislike that, I knew...
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I left her, and she watched me go sorrowfully.
It's for your own good...
On my way to find Birrmagnur, I passed by the Ruins, and there was my good friend Aegle.