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loir seemed ignorant of the aura surrounding the ring, which was fine--perhaps he was just going crazy, hearing music and voices and all. but then the cat opened its mouth and began to speak, and aditya's jaw dropped, wondering if going was an understatement and he was already there. he looked back and forth between the wolf and the feline, wondering if loir thought this just as odd as he did.

"didn't know your kind could speak our language," he remarked, gaze lifting to the cat as one side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "be careful with that. wolves meaner than us wouldn't hesitate to make you their next meal." the danger could even come from their own pack. sunny and shale were talented hunters; the need for food had made them lethal.