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The sound of movement caught in his too-big ears and so Requiem spent his time searching the tree line for whatever could be causing it. He didn't see the red-capped child at any point. His presumption that it was either an adult or a dangerous thief-bird like before, kept him from making up his mind on what to do.

Of course he was partially correct on both accounts: the emergence of a red face proved that it was a wolf of some variety; he did not yet know they'd pilfered a cache to find their rabbit, which would make them a thief. He wanted very much to investigate but something kept him from acting on the impulse.

Requiem ducked down and away from the face as it appeared, his little tongue flicking across his lips in a show of appeasement that was so basal he didn't even know he was doing it, and his tail tucked neatly to his belly, at the same time that he tried to reach out and say hello with a sniff; he was all wriggles, undecided on what to do.