Northstar Vale you got big plans and you gotta move

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the girl's question had the inky scout shrug, wry smile twisting her muzzle. "most take it upon themselves to shorten it, anyway."  it meant little to her what, exactly, others called her, given that she liked them to some degree. the girl certainly seemed to fit in that window. 

her evaluation was not missed, and for the first time in a long while, cass's muzzle curved into something resembling a grin. at the girl's question, she replied only loftily; "depends." there was a certain lightness in her gaze, and her tail moved at her hocks in gladness at the easy bluntness of the woman. 

she took in the rest of the woman's proffered information carefully, committing it carefully to mind without knowing if it would be useful; but any information, any knowledge, tended to be.

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