Sunset Valley heart of the wilderness

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The sudden sound surprised him - something not too many could claim in their lifetime of knowing him. His ears jolted forward, a ripple of muscle beneath his tensing eyes the only real show that he'd even been marginally startled. Nobody could say that General Karma didn't have a knack for keeping his emotions under control, what little of them that he had. It's a young voice, too, and that probably surprises him more than anything else. Children simply didn't see the light of day so freely where he came from - he's old enough to understand different cultures, and everything, but he'd always sort of assumed his commanders had the right idea in keeping them so tightly leashed.

Afternoon, he chuffed, a pique in his gravelly voice. Slowly, he angled that massive body toward her, a russet little thing, all youthful chub and good meaning. At her age, he'd been twice as thin and half as vocal; the sons and daughters his wives once bore had never lived long enough to reach half her size. He'd long since given up in that department. Let me guess, and he slumps to the weight of his heavy hips, grimacing briefly at the mud that splashes up around his already-soggy fur, You're not too far from home, are you? He could only guess that the little thing wasn't too big of a wanderer, and whatever neurotic guardian she undoubtedly had would be barrelling through the thicket spitting curses and gnashing teeth.

Tiring, really, the business of parents. Quietly, he dropped that single eye to the mess she'd made of her puddle, a thread of amusement waxing through his gaze. He'd met more than a few enemy children this way, removed from the battle but nowhere near the realm of safe. That had been a different time.