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erzsébet settled herself before the man, arranging her plume across her small forepaws as she noted the raise of his hackles. "what a logical beast you are!" she teased softly. "we do intend to stay, you see. he calls us his 'crew.' bonechewers. i myself do not chew bones," erzsébet joked, though she knew it was lost on the man. "you need have no fear of us. we do not move inland," she murmured, though she did not know it to be true. he smelled of a forest, and she used this information to form her responses.