Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

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mahler did not know the words she cast at him, but found her demeanour more friendly than the last time they had met. and so he waved his plume in response, narrowing the distance between the two of them to a respectable space. "i trust you are vell, frau?" came the stony baritone of the shadow. their enmity had been brief and far in the past — he saw no reason to treat the sable creature with anything other than the respect he would give another stranger.
and today he had no prey with him. amused, he continued past her, inclining his muzzle in invitation to join him, one she could take if she so chose. and on it he bore the barest hint of his own smile, pleased in some secret way by her company.