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Slavik smiled at Speedy’s chuckle and comment about not being a fighter. He could relate, but for different reasons. Me either, he said as they walked through the water. She explained what happened to her, Slavik winced at the thought of getting clawed by a lynx. He’d only seen one of them once, and while it was smaller than him it’s claws were very menacing. That must’ve sucked, he said. She then told him about how she had herbs nearby, and Slavik’s ears perked with interest. Are you a healer? he asked, as it was a subject he himself was interested in.

He pranced onto the rocky ground and gave a magnificent show of shaking the water from his fur. The golden fuzz stuck out in all different directions now, and he looked pretty silly. Normally he would’ve gone to work grooming his fur, for he liked to look nice whenever he could. But he didn’t feel the need to right now. He flopped down onto his side and curved his spine, make a little cubby in front of him for Speedy if she wanted to cuddle. He patted the ground with a big paw and gave her a friendly smile.