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"Perhaps that would be best - mayhaps we should even bring a peace offering," she giggled in mirth, absorbed by laughter by the thought - imagining a ring of attentive crabs, pincers raised skywards. Her youth seemed to most often shine through in these moments, most often in Connor and Lokie's company - as the older males seemed to be taking on  brotherly roles with the young Lady. 

"Aye, we should begin with the borders - along the beach, particularly around the Landbridge," Rhæ determined with a nod. "We can always mark the forest later - as we're exploring."

"By the time we're done, this place will reek of Aristos," Rhælla chuckled as she trotted down the beach, falling into step with Connor. Occasionally, she would stop in her path - clawing her mark on driftwood and tree trunks, rubbing her coat over stone and brush.