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A little girl clad in soft blond hues was quick to make herself known during his quiet contemplation. Wide eyes on his prize and a wealth of puppy excitement on display. Kyrell couldn't fight the amusement that pulled at the corners of his lips. A smile of his own (an awkward one considering the mouthful he currently had). Kyrell set the stoat on the forest floor, tongue swiping the crimson away from the small laceration on his lip.

Well hello there, little mite! He offered the girl a friendly wave of his tail. A darkened paw lifted to hover over the limp creature. I found this guy in an old stump. It was a bit of a battle to get this guy out of there.

Kyrell paused to glance over the girl, trying and failing to place who she belonged to. He had seen her in passing, but Kyrell did not spend his time among Moonglow's children.

I don't mind telling you more about them, but can I have your name, kid? Mine's Kyrell.