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Whip felt as if he had been called in to the principlals office (if he had known what a principal was), yet he still did not know why. He hadn't done anything wrong. Or, at least that was what he thought. Perhaps Kalika was just trying to play mind games. But mind games or not, Whip intended to stay on the right side of her ire, because he felt it likely that she would follow through with her threats. "Okay," he replied, still intentionally averting her gaze. Whip too wished to never have a conversation such as this, but it was for different reasons. Mostly, self-presevation.

Having said her piece, Kalika left Whip to his own device. Once she was out of sight, Whip rose from where he had cowered in fear. He thought about continuing his walk though the wood, but he no longer felt like exploring. Instead, Whip thought it wise to find somewhere dark to hide for a while.