Northstar Vale *internal screaming*

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For @Redshank or anyone else who might want to spar (aka kick titty in the butt).

'Teehee would've been able to fight the bear.' he thought as he skulked. 'Or Phox. Or Orca's biggest poo,' Or that stick, or that tiny bird bopping about through the shrubbery. Anyone else could've done it. Titmouse wasn't much of a thinker to be completely honest (I know, shocker), but now that he'd latched on to this idea that he was a terrible protector, he ran with it.

And he ran, and ran. The boy was looping all across the vale as if he'd never run out of energy. Around boulders, through gullies, from tree to tree, over and over and back again. He ran without a clear destination in mind, and was clearly not enjoying himself - but everyone seemed too preoccupied to do anything. Maybe it was the sight of him appearing normal that eased their minds? But Titmouse wasn't feeling normal.

Titmouse was feelin' fighty.

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