Broken Antler Fen if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

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He is caught up in his thoughts — in the attempt to string together some sort of tale from his morning so far which was disappointingly boring Mato realizes he recounts it to himself — and does not hear the footfalls of another. He is not truly paying much attention to the borders as he tries to come up anything he might have done interesting but nope! Waking up, stretching, taking a wee, hunting and eating were …well useless facts. He scoffs softly at himself only to pause when he does hear an indication that he is not as alone on the borders as he had blissfully been thinking for the past minutes he startles. He turns quickly and his paw slides in the snow, almost causing him to lose his balance. His face flushes beneath his fur with heat of his embarrassment, warming beneath his fur even as his apple green gaze falls upon a familiar face. “Nova!” His sister’s name leaves his lips partially surprised and partially relieved. If there was anyone that he didn’t mind seeing him almost face plant the ground it was his siblings. He might hold the record of the clumsiest of the Rochester-Iosila brood but they were all in that awkward stage where their paws and heads were too big for their bodies and this makes him feel (haha the brat) a little bit better.

“What are you doing out here?” Mato asks her, not thinking that the question could easily be twisted back to him because he has never shown interest in being a guardian before. Nor will he because the idea of just walking around and peeing on all of Broken Antler Fen’s borders sounded dull and exhausting all at once. Despite his question he offers his masked sister a wag of his tail against his hocks, silently inviting her to join him.

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