"Is this the first time one of the kits has run away from the nest?" Inric asks as they walk back to the breeding rooms, Copper holding his head as high as possible to transport the disgraced kit. "Yes, I think so," Ylva says. "Mina and Jakin would know more." "It's not my fault," Jakin says, clearly having overheard the last comment. Mina shushes him, irritated. "We didn't go in," she says, as Inric and Ylva come to the breeding room entrance and Copper lugs the errant kit inside. The gold kit with dark rings is sitting on her head. "They came to us," Jakin adds. He's holding the grey kit. "So I see," Inric says. He hesitates, then gives in. "They are old enough now. It is good for them to get used to people." And he watches as three anxious faces turn into happy ones, and wonders what Narayedaran would have done.