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He snorted. “ThE ThInGs I cAn Do WiTh My MoUtH…” he mimicked, casting a wry smirk to his friend with a sideways glance. “No one believes you, just so you know.”

Settling down to his haunches—the two’s rowdiness and noise likely having kept any potential prey from coming out of the brush for now, Akavir gave his friend a small shrug. “Contemplating the immense and unfathomable paths that relationships and love seem to highlight even the most basics of our internal needs and hopes,” he offered rumbled, a paw lifting to flick a small pebble away form him.

Then, tilting his muzzle, he cast Arric his own shit-eating grin. “Just kidding. That’s too deep and introspective for me. I was just hoping to fill the caches a bit.”