Nova Peak hangfire

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When the boy appeared again, it was with a brand new set of threads - specifically, the battered hide of some long-departed animal. Miska had never seen anything like it. A coat upon a coat? His expression gave brief life to the love-child of surprise, disgust, and amusement, before it knotted into a hard squint and opened up into the same broad smile that the boy wore.

"HA!" he barked, and did some fancy footwork to ascend a few feet closer. The combined smell of coat and cub put a few wrinkles in the skin around his nose. "This is strange thing boy-bracie is doing. Is stolen coat of wolf? I liking this Skorpa-white-jaw. Own stink already very strong. Natural talent! Now I almost must make bow to you."

He allowed himself to skid another foot on the loose rock, tail raised to maintain his balance. 

"dark fur always bark at strangers?", the boy asked, to which Miska raised a brow. His grin did not falter. "Yes. It too soon for kiss. You maybe can convince - make big shit, do roll, perhapsing smell will make on me a hipnoza."