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Her tiny form was huddled in the back of her den, rising and falling with steady breaths. She had relaxed, the tension leaving her stance after the fall of Kierkegaard. They had prepared, planned should a fight prove imminent, but the brute had stepped down without incident. But after this time with him, Minna had realized that he had not been cruel, exactly, but feral and blunt. But not especially malicious. 

She was woken from her dreamless slumber by a voice, her eyes fluttering open and her ears perked. It came again, and she recognized the owner. Leto. A sleepy smile crossed her maw, she lurched to her feet and stepped quickly to the mouth of her den, fur disheveled. She smiled, sincere and joyful at being able to see him. "Hey, charming" she said sleepily, stifling a small yawn.