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ho! gucci stepped back at the snap, but with his tail he signaled for the mazoi not to retaliate. he himself hadn't noticed the priest appear, but did now as he followed the refugee's eyes to the doorway.

hem haizel! the little man addressed, turning his body, trusting in legend if any outright attempt at their safety was made. we's git a guest 'ere, dontcha see?

be a kind soul, 'n' fetch 'em a meal, won'tcha? he offered a grin in exchange for this favor.

his attention was back on the stranger, still covering. his eyes swung then to legend.

mazoi, he said with less charisma. stand guard in th' corner.

he needed to make sure the poor thing wasn't crowded.

when legend removed herself from the immediacy of the scene, gucci tried again with the stranger;

see? we ain't gon' hurtcha. he smiled kindly, wagging his tail. did this'un speak their tongue, even?

ahm gucci. he said, pulling a paw to his chest.

you? he extended it toward the stranger's.