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Another morning Saga was off to bed, another morning Jaxxon split the morning with his summons. Despite the last time she'd answered his call, she was as eager to please as ever, and the silver waif turned her gait towards him readily. She had come to enjoy the time she spent with the brutish Saint, and though she hadn't learned much about hunting, she thought she was growing into herself and whatever place she might find here.
Or maybe some false sense of confidence was taking root just so someone real could come and tear the tiny shoots of joy kindling in Saga.

It was still, and quiet, and almost eerie, and she wondered if this was the Overseer's adventure to the Spine; he'd mentioned it, in passing, but suddenly Saga was kicking herself for not shifting her sleep schedule when she had the chance. Oh, well -- she'd be tired for a few days, she supposed.
She found him sitting there alone in Mistveil's pastel morning, the first to melt from the shadows as so often she seemed to be, and dared to step close enough to press her cheek against the man's shoulder in greeting. She simply turned to sit beside him and wait alongside the tawny beast, ears hot and eyes scanning to see who else would join the expedition.

What if it was just the two of them?