The female seems embarrassed, cradling a totem hanging from her neck gingerly, whispering to it.
"Elder Shadow... I have failed you. Leave me behind, do not let them follow you."
A voice seems to ripple back, carried on the wind and in the rustling of the grass and leaves.
No, Golden Eyes, you are a credit to your den. The gateway will stay open for you. Let the other children come after us, and see we mean them no harm. All will be well.
"But Elder--!"
To lose even one of our pride is to lose the pride. Let them come.
Golden Eyes seems hesitant, but prostrates herself in Lucas' direction like she would to her den's Alpha. "As the Elder commands. I will not attempt to evade you."
In the distance, in the thickest and darkest part of the woods, the presences of the cat-people start to vanish with the suddenness of soap bubbles popping.
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