Seneca rubbed over the worn letter, refolded so many times the
creases were starting to tear. The last letter from Khaal before she
had received the MIA report.
“Is that from Clallisa?”
Seneca tucked away the page and walked over to stroke Tychus'
head. “I thought you were asleep Lil' Soldier.”
“I miss
Patch. And you looked sad, like me, so I thought maybe you missed
your friend too.”
Seneca smiled warmly and stroked the cub's
ears. “Well, we'll just have to write Patch a letter in the
morning. Would you like another story?”
Tychus nodded.
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