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Sable watched the confusion, and his only answer was an up and down motion of his shoulders. A wolven shrug, as best as he could pull it off. The chipmunk had been company when he’d had none, and for that simple fact he did not simply spirit it away between his jaws.

He lifted a paw a small distance off the ground, trying to indicate the small size of the creature, then made his shrugging motion again.

Simply not worth the energy, he tried to transmit in his motions.