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      Casimir waited anxiously as Poppy called out with her strange, dof-dog- voice. It wasn't a bad sound, it was just...different, that was all. Casimir began to tap his tailtip oh-so-softly on the snow as he sat, attempting to comfort himself with rhytmns, much like his mother did. He could exactly mimic her heartbeat, it's rhythmn. It was one of the few things that kept him stable these days. After getting lost from Xahi in that storm, everything had become so much harder. He had been alone, and, to keep himself above water, his mother's heartbeat had been his song, his guidance.
   
  That was what he needed now, in this moment, waiting for a new beginning to come. The boy knew very well that this could go two ways: He could be shooed from this land, once again thrown out on his ass to wander the wilds until he came across a new pack, or could find his family. Or, Casimir could be accepted into this pack, with another family, a tight-bound collection of souls on a territory challenging themselves to survive amongst one another...to live amongst one another.

Both thoughts were fucking terrifying.