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He does not speak. He seems rigid, but then at ease. It is only then Tonravik approaches, her own head held proudly aloft but her chin slightly tucked, prepared to completely press to her throat if need be. Tonravik took the others stillness as consent to explore them, and yet she pauses when parallel to him, her tail twitching slightly. Give and take. She draws slightly closer, and would only desist if he emitted a sound that would give her caution; but who was he, where did he come from, did he belong?