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truthfully, the gona has little patience for outsiders (or rather, a convoluted system of determining which outsiders are okay - anyone who joins drageda, obviously, is no longer an outsider, and the wolves at redhawk caldera are bound to her by blood, so they're okay even though they're outsiders, and so on). something does seem wrong with the skinny little thing, and she watches furi step closer, letting her take the lead.

the scrawny little guy - he looks about their age, she thinks - crawls to his feet and moves back even as he barks at them to stay back. "that a threat?" she asks, thoughts racing to the starving stranger that'd attacked artaax (though obviously this tiny thing poses no threat) as she steps to furi's side, somewhat protectively. "who are you?" the ginger adds, squinting at him suspiciously lest he try to make a move against her or her friend.