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onwards the stranger marched, pausing in what appeared to be disbelief several seconds later. a wan smile appeared on qiao’s muzzle as she listened to his quip. sharp, this one.

but my eyes are not yellow. her reply came simply, as if it were the most mundane of observations. it was not her lot in life to convert the unbelieving. one either trusted the fates and believed it was the universe’s guiding to their appointed destiny — or they distrusted it. this one appeared to be the latter.

perhaps you can help me. qiao apprised his thin flanks knowingly, her gaze ending on the handsome mask that darkened his muzzle. in return, i can provide food.