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Pearl confirmed that the den was indeed her handiwork - Behati nodded, impressed and twice as envious. She felt her shortcomings like the weight of a stone around her neck. How old was Pearl, anyway? Maybe she's ancient, the yearling thought gruffly, knowing this was not the case at all. Just as she was preparing to sink into self-pity and a long desired snooze in the dry, Pearl made very soft, very gentle inquiry. Despite that, Behati's eyes watered at the sound of Casmir's name. She looked at the practicing counselor with blank eyes, struggling to answer. What was going on? Why was he being such a total dickweed?! "I d'no," she managed, shuffling closer to the wall of the den. "Stuff? He's just a total... dill-weed ass." Pearl would have to do a bit more digging to get past the profanities.