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he cavorted with the large branch in tow, striking a comical figure on the wasteland. his parries with the inanimate object were cut short by a stranger, and he dropped the stick with a loud clatter and swept his mule-length ears forward in interest. he went stock-still, assessing her with the reserved green of his cautious gaze.

she seemed friendly, but ich'aak had been fooled before. while he understood nothing of what she spoke, the tone of her voice had a sweet lilt to it -- some strange charm that caused him to dive deep into a playbow and snatch the stick -- swinging round in a wild gallop with one ear cocked back to catch her reaction.