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Ishmael looked at Huck in shock. "I wasn't aware of this. Is it true?"

The situation was rapidly spinning out of the dhole Bushbeast's control, and he didn't like it. "I want to be around to fortify the domain. You are never here, and Milo cannot do it on his own. While we are hibernating, you leave the domain open and vulnerable to attack. If I remain aboveground, I will be able to see and respond to threats infinitely faster than if I were to be dormant." It wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough that Huck didn't really count it as lying.

Milo winced slightly at his friend's words, but didn't interfere. He could probably convince the Bushbeast to hibernate, but he didn't want to; he wasn't about to try and investigate a powerful wood nymph with ties to a cult that killed mortals on his own. Did Milo count as human? Was his soul human or animal? If a Masked One ate it, would it taste like chicken? Did he even have a soul? What if he ran into the Hyena? Would he be able to take him on? Not even in the sense of a physical matchup, but would he be prepared to harm someone who was a very good friend of his boss? What was--

He realized he was beginning to freak out a little and took a deep breath, nervously tugging on the flight feathers of his wings.