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the waif pulled back, sitting on her trim haunches with a look of speculation. she didn't know njal well enough to deduct any sort of scheme from him, and all the same, issued a lengthy squint in his general direction that told well of her skepticism.

it wouldn't have been the first time she heard of armored prey, though never once had she conceived the idea of a fanged deer. her ears plumetted to air-plane mode as she entertained their existence, imaging the red deer of the cliffs adorned with walrus-like tusks. her brow visibly creased. "with antlers too?" she wiped a paw across her needly snout. "there's a fish -- well, it's not a fish -- scaleless and smooth as a seal. it has a single tooth on its nose, kind of like a horn. never seen one though. tales of themiscyra, and all that."