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There is a chuff that sounds from behind him and Roarke’s first instinct is to freeze under the childish assumption that if he doesn’t move he isn’t seen only to remember that isn’t how it works. Winter’s bane musters his most charming, toothy smile and spins around to face she who apprehended him, filled with relief that it is not Lotte nor Hemlock (or even Arturo). Chusi! “Chu!” He greets her with a breathless giggle, all wide grin and sly glint in glacial colored eyes. “Raaahhhh!” He gives his little roar as he rushes towards her in a ploy to play fight. It is quickly becoming his favorite way to greet and while he is still small, clumsy and as harmless as he can be lest he sink his needle sharp baby teeth into flesh it is all fine, well and cute. In the near future it would be enough to be taken as a challenge but for now it his affection manner of greeting. He leaps up at her in the hopes of batting at her with his paws hoping that she is tolerant and if he’s lucky eager to play along and perhaps teach him a thing or two through play wrestling.