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Whittier could almost feel the woman's rage at his faux paux. He shrank even further into submission to appease her, but short of rolling to expose his belly, there wasn't much further he could go. He would certainly pull that one out if he needed to, but considering he'd gone belly up for a woman just a few days prior, he was feeling a little reluctant to have to do it again.

Fortunately, Jorunn was a good distraction from the tension. Whit's eyes shifted back and forth between the female's paws and his brother's face as he responded to both of their inquiries. He found it odd that Jorunn was no longer Jorunn, but Kjalarr. It stole his thoughts for only a few seconds though for attention was redirected to the spindly, angry woman who looked like she wanted to snap his neck. She didn't really look like she could, physically. But she did look like the twitch of her ear would call down a swarm of crows that would rip him to pieces while she sat back and ...continued to glare.

"I'm sorry I came too close," Whit said slowly, feeling eyes upon him, "I can leave, and it won't happen again." Whit stole a glance at Jo - Kja.. Kjally? Lars. We'll work on it - he paused. Maybe he didn't have to go. Maybe this was fate? Destiny? Oh good lord, did he really need to start pulling this shit out of his ass to convince himself to go for it? ....apparently. "Can I stay here maybe? Instead of leaving, I mean?" He felt idiotic the moment he said it. His brother would know more than anyone else that any skills he may profess to have would just be a bunch of bullshit. Whit was useless, but he wracked his brain to come up with something anyway in the likely case the question would come up.