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The only answer he got to his introduction was a dismissive (to him) flick of the ear. He frowned, but didn't find himself as frustrated as he usually would be, because holy shit a girl. What's wrong with you, why aren't you talking? he asked, tone biting. Then, in an attempt to back track, whatever. D'you have a name? Man was he one smooth operator.

He watched her owlishly, taking in her demeanor- friendly, kind- and mirrored her posture. His nerves didn't die down, but what she had taken for fear was just sheer uncertainty. Because girl.

Miyax's distraction served to distract him as well, and Voodoo siezed the chance to A) spend more time with her and B) move on from his anxiety to a more favorable topic: food. He chuffed to catch her attention, then jerked his head in the direction of the wind, an invitation to hunt. And without waiting for her response, he stood and began trotting to his new destination.