Something overtook Kaiyo. A feeling like the expansion of the universe, like the sudden urge to cry deep in your chest. He howled with them. The sound was torn from his lungs, from his belly. Loss and longing and grief and joy. It was a purging of the old. It was a baptism of light. Ahmik looked at him as the calls rang out into the night. His eyes were the forest, were the past, and the pull inside Kaiyo.
