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The dark man snarled in Scamps face, and the boy seemed almost offended as he rose from the ignored bow. He snorted, poking his paw towards Jagoda with another playful yip, just barely touching his shoulder before turning and bounding a few feet the other way. Spinning around and again bowing with his fire colored tail waving happily in the air, Scamp loosed a flurry of yips and barks that practically begged for play, for a tussle, something. The words fell uselessly, and the Blackfeather could give a shit less what they ment. If he didn't want to play, or do something other than be cranky, why was he here? Eventually, after a lapse of silence, Scamp stands up and huffs irritably before turning and trotting off to find out what other stuff was in the area.