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right, so this was mal, just as he had suspected. cam was unfazed at the brusque tone, though his voice was similarly clipped as he responded, i'm cam. a moment of silence fell between them before he added, cocking his head slightly, our names are both ugly and short. why was that?

he sat down, curling his ever-lengthening tail around his paws. seated, he could at least ensure he remained on solid ground and didn't wander inadvertently into a hot pool again. the day was much too warm for that.

are you from 'leesum too? he asked, wondering. ibis and okeanos had said that olive and seebee were their mummies; maybe this young wolf was their brother or something. cam wasn't altogether sure. maybe this was all random, and he had only stumbled upon ibis by coincidence (which, well, he had).