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it took a lot of convincing to get silkie to go with her, but ultimately what made up his mind was that she did smell like drageda. and god ...how he wanted to go home. he thought he would relax once he crossed into familiar territory but his eyes still dart around. there are a lot of unfamiliar scents and it sets his hackles bristling along his spine. they might call themselves drageda but his trust is a thing that will need to be earned. mallaidh has earned herself a promotion to the semi-unknown but ok category in his mind. he still doesn't know her and he still doesn't trust her per say but she has brought him home. ok. he replies in common, the word feeling thick in his heavy tongue. he is hungry and even if he wasn't he's too tired, too overwhelmed to argue.

there is an approach of aggressive footfalls that make a direct beeline for him. whatever relief silkie might've felt at seeing his sister melts away at her accusation and demand.

error; system o v e r l o a d

he feels attacked, despite that she has not made any move to physically harm him, and he reels back with a bare of his teeth and a low snarl as if she has all the same. back off. give me space his body language communicates with his littermate, mallaidh temporarily forgotten about in the heat of kiwi's gaze burning holes into him.

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