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Vercingetorix raised an eyebrow at the sass, but said nothing in return. He waited until the boy was finished before a smile slid over his muzzle, blinking down at Tux. Your nomi is Heda? At least, that was what he assumed the young man meant by that. We fought together in the war up north. I had her back, and she had mine.

He licked his chops briefly, lifting his chin in question. Who's your nontu? he asked. Likely hadn't met him yet, but he did wanna greet the dude who had sired Tux. He obviously created a spitfire of a son. Well, not like Thuringwethil hadn't had a huge role in the fantastic genetics, but, still. Anyone who could keep up with Heda was a friend of his.

What do you do here, Tux? You a gona? Rauna? Hopefully a gona, like Vercingetorix himself. The boy was built powerfully.