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A chill breeze swept the swamp, ruffling the black hair of the only sentient creature roaming the wastes. Dettlaff stopped to scent it. Sea salt, mud, drowner refuse…Nothing concerning, beyond the tell-tale tinge of high pressure. He would have to start now if he wished to return before the rains. He didn’t mind, but he knew without knowing that Regis would dislike it if the cave smelt of wet deer. That was the nature of the bond he’d created – to know another as he knew himself. Intimacy. It was…perplexing. Heartening. A balm for the harsh edges of this unfamiliar world.