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She got a bit of a reaction from him, but his movements were more passive than anything. She'd wondered a couple times if he even could hear her- if maybe his hearing had been damaged, or something along those lines, but he did show some response to sound so obviously he wasn't deaf. It was as though he was buried somewhere deep within the recesses of his own mind, and simply reacted to things without really registering them. He was pure instinct, as far as she could tell, and more or less devoid of personality. 

When he turned, she did too, and the hackles along the back of her neck lifted when she saw Ceara spin on her heel and move away. She watched the fiery female begin to leave, and momentarily bared her teeth even though Ceara wouldn't have seen her do so...But she looked at Screech, who was watching Ceara with something akin to interest...And that was more expression than she usually got from him.

"Wait." She called out, albeit a bit begrudgingly. She didn't say anything else, because she wasn't entirely sure she wanted Ceara to stop. She lowered her head to lick Screech's brow, smoothing the grey fur there as she often did. She slid another glance to Ceara, half hoping she'd just keep going, but at least she'd tried...Sort of.