Silverlight Terrace I told it not, my wrath did grow

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he seemed cautious, and for a moment terance feared that this would go wildly south. but, slowly, the pale stranger returned his bow and therefore accepted his offer-- he had to, that was practically law. the yearling gave another chuff, his tail wagging wildly (to further show how friendly he was!) and gave a few taps of his paws against the ground-- almost dancing before the stranger. he was ready to go, and not at all a threat-- he hoped the other would see that and stay.

"you can go first," he offered with a grin, ears cupped forward..