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The dark stranger did not seem at all interested in the presence of the wolfdog. This was somewhat disheartening for Amoxtli, but he did not find it reason enough to turn tail and leave the creature. His bright visage held the gaze of the other male for a solid moment before the eyes were pulled away from him, and the dark stranger seemed to withdraw himself. This was the taste of melancholy, the Tervuren realized with a sad expression on his doggish face. Flagging his tail softly, the boy lowered his head a bit and scooted forward; his movements were slow so that he did not alarm the inky man, and his posture suggested that he would remain submissive if the dark creature should spring to life and find himself threatened.
 
Instead, the wolfdog did something unthinkable; he dropped the vole to the earth, and with a gentle little nudge, scooted the small morsel towards the stranger with a hopeful expression on his dark-masked face. The fire in his gaze burned with a strange concern that he would not have been able to voice even if he’d had the capability. Instead, he wanted to show this stranger that they needn’t feel morose. Though he could not speak words of comfort, Amoxtli could listen.
 
He was a selfless creature; though he had a penchant for collecting baubles and treasures that he scoped on the beach, if it would have made another happy, he would have offered them all as gifts. He would do the same with his meal. The action could very easily have been deemed foolish, but the Tervuren male would rather give what he could to see the light of another shine. While the famine had not entirely sunk in as a realization for the halfling, it was unlikely that it would have changed his decision.
 
Nudging the vole just a titch closer to the stranger, and with vibrant fiery eyes, Amoxtli whimpered gently and tossed his tail behind him like a gentle flag. Surely this would help.

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