Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

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The rock-like male was mad - Calloon could tell. He was mad at his friend, but Calloon knew it had not been a smart move to make such a sarcastic comment. Besides, he was not really Camlo at all... If only he could say something - defend, explain. Why must I be this way? Why must we? With a whimper he let the others know he felt bad about the situation as his tail pressed even further underneath his nimble, frozen form. He wanted to do something - he had to if he wanted to follow the Wise Ones' wishes. He had to join them - feast not only upon the food they would gather, but also on their company and friendliness. He could be social without saying a word, and he would prove it.

But then came the comment of his friend - the wobbly eyed witch who had so generously let him into her cave. She wanted him to go with them? but then she'd be all alone... Or did she not want him around? My friend is worthy too - we are both! With a more confident look in his golden ringed eyes did he step forward - toward the group that had gathered. He did so in a submissive way, head low to the cold ground and tail between his slender hindlegs. Every now and then did he look back upon the dark witch - his eyes glimmering and almost saying "Let me handle it". Finally nearby the tall male did he whimper - whine, pleading for their acceptance. It was obvious that he also meant his friend as he looked back between the male and the witch with a pleading look.

Please, sir, don't let us die. We will be loyal - we will be proud. Let us stand with you. As a cherry on top did he let his ghost-like frame fall to the ground - rolling onto his back without much trouble. It was a cute sight, surely to melt some hearts.