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Ah, he's been noticed.

The stranger is pretty - Arslan thinks so at least. Taller than himself, and cloaked in shades of the lowlands. He finds the mask of white to be rather peculiar, yet intriguing. It is something new.

He is quick to move into a trot, practically prancing around the man as he raises to his paws.

You look troubled, tatlı. He says, his tail high and waving. It can't be me, surely.

His head tilts, awaiting a response.