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he did exactly the opposite of what she wanted him to do, and so stood discouraged with her eyebrows tightly knit. wondering why he would avoid a conversation with someone as pleasant as herself, jhala eyed him as he walked away. he looked sort of hungry, maybe a bit lost, certainly not too pleasant. she pursed her lips, reminded vaguely of little tapat and astik. feeling a little guilty, how she'd want her babies fed if they looked so alone and starved, jhala debated bringing him to their cache-- or hunting for him right now. in addition, she'd noticed tapat's absence lately, and was growing more and more concerned that he'd gotten lost-- maybe he knew something.

she chuffed again, a bit louder. "are you hungry?" she asked him with a quirk of her brow and a goofy-looking perk of her flopped ear.