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Anselm was sulking not so far from the den when he saw Druid steal out of it. Ever since his encounter with the man that had apparently lived under his nose these last few months without his knowledge, Anselm was on edge. He especially didn't like how mean the man looked, but that was probably his insecurity talking.

He expected Druid to swing right past him, but instead she made in his direction. Getting up with a rough shake of his neck, Anselm cast her a quizzical gaze that communicated: need something?