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Tuning out much of the distractions of the world led to a greater sense of existence. Here, Servius's lemon eyes were so enamored with the insects before him that he could understand them. They moved as a system of their own, each insect collecting resources and returning to a collective. The particular insect he was following was black and yellow, a bee, wasp, or yellow jacket of some type. It's wings moved in a way that sounded a buzz.

Curiously, Servius pursed his lips and inhaled. Upon exhale, spatters of spit flung to the ground and he smirked sheepishly. His attempt to buzz failed, and instead it had a sort of raspberry effect of a 2 year old human toddler. He was removed from the moment by a woof. His ears rotated like mini-radars atop his head and then his gaze followed. Size was deceiving in this case, for the predominantly brown furred stranger looked to be nearly adult sized, but perhaps was a juvenile. Servius never did like the juvenile to yearling age span. It was difficult to pin point just how old an individual was when they were growing rapidly.

Hey.. He tossed out casually. His body language mellowed a bit, remembering that he was no longer top dog on the totem pole and that it was important to foster relationships, not foes.