Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

Furi doesn’t have time to try and figure out what Blixen said—again in the other language—before she asks about how to kill it. Her only concern is in the moment is getting the thing off her foot. It hurts, pinches, and she’s worried he’ll tear her skin, skin that hasn’t fully healed from all the biting and scratching and chewing. In an effort to free herself, she shakes out her paw with little success, glancing at Blixen as she stands and braces herself, shaking her paw with vigor this time until it flings off her toes and several feet away in the sand. Part of her doesn’t even want to go after it after it begins to scurry (luckily away from them) but she does move a little closer to try and figure it out. “Maybe we should leave it alone?”

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