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The chipmunk existed in stunned silence for a moment, before it launched into a shrieking, chattering tirade all the way back to Sable. Who, for what it was worth, was currently silently laughing, one leg folded over his muzzle.

The rodent, in a tizzy of the assumed insult, promptly crawled up to rest on his spine, frazzled and grinding its teeth together. The Redhawk himself was breathless with laughter, wheezing every once in a while to try and catch his breath.

I think you offended it. He managed to sign when he got his bearings, forgetting in his glee that Masque didn’t know ptero, once again.