Firefly Ravine and i brought your blanket, hand-woven, hand-dyed

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neither does okeanos recognize his auntie wraen, given how much time -- and physical space -- has passed since their last encounter. but he is still the polite boy he has always been, and her wuff makes him turn around, cautious about the edge he lingers beside. blinking owlishly at the stranger-to-him adult, he turns all the way around and says, shyly, "hi." a thought strikes him and his brow creases worriedly, adding, "m'i doin' somethin' wrong? is this your home?" there's no pack here, he knows, but still -- he's not trying to be where he isn't supposed to be, besides the 'being outside of territory' bit. he's still got a healthy respect for decorum, after all.