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despite his glaring need, he kept to his bone. he accepted nothing. the lessons had been a method of keeping his mind active and served as enrichment, and a routine - as much for himself as it was for his captors, he noticed.

now the talking one had brought a stone, a vine, and more words; but drusk ignored all of this.

he only reacted when he caught the scent of the tiger woman. shifting to glance her way, with yellow eyes narrow.