Dragoncrest Cliffs Everything, I do it for you

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A snort.

Quirking an eyebrow, the yearling watched, careful to pay close attention to whatever it was that he’d started to do. The ground was sniffed at, and then he took off. Xan, uncertain, took a step in the male’s direction but stopped himself from taking another as the hybrid returned. Cocking his head, he asked, “Patrols? Hunting?” He had made it a point to sniff at the ground, and so the albino figured that it must be one of those two things. A snide remark started to creep up the back of his throat, but he swallowed it back down before it could escape; there was no point in lashing out with his tongue at someone that couldn’t say anything back.

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