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veritas remains still, though the male's shrill cry has her auds flick forward. she does not interpret it as a warning, but rather, a threat. for what other reason would he demand her to do very opposite of what Virtute had commanded, after so boldly approaching them? as she paused in her scratching, somewhat taken aback, she felt for the first time a keen sort of worry, watching the pair charge at one another. 

her Vitute was bigger, stronger, of that she was near-certain. still, as they clash, she shifts uneasily, though remains well planted as she is. eyes follow every move with rapt attention, but unilke her hot-headed parents, she's no desire to even attempt to enter this fight.