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He shouted and puffed up. Cringing from her proximity, he resembled a frightened pup more than a hunter. More than a troublemaker. She didn't dare to invade his space as much as to actually touch him. Maybe she breathed on him. Ultimately, she was close.

Withdrawing, Vale frowned at him, head tilted. His bluster puzzled her. In some ways, he seemed all huff and puff. Could he really have caused all of that trouble? She had her doubts. Whether that was her own optimism or naivety, she couldn't be sure.

Nonetheless, she allowed good sense to take precedence. He was thoroughly battered and that was not so easily acquired by one's own self.

You can relax. She straightened her posture, a furrow in her brow. On that notion, shouldn't you be resting? You like you got stepped on by deer rather than hunt it.