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A familiar bubble of wine red across his vision, familiar vocals producing the splotch of color. Sable turned his head to regard Masque as she came closer, tail hitting the sand in a relaxed up and down motion.

He grinned, letting his tongue loll for a moment in an odd sort of greeting. The chipmunk visibly looked between the two before chattering something. To Sable’s ears, it could have been a hello, or an incredibly short “fuck off”. He still couldn’t speak to the thing. It scampered off his legs when he stood to shake sand from his fur, leaving the trees to get a little bit closer to Masque.

He, quite eloquently, sneezed. Just a little.