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His gaze would drift between the three in silence, oblivious to Ruenna’s original stolen glance but not to Towhee blatantly ignoring him. His tail gave an idle lash, and he felt the stir of wind brush against the ivory arrow that marked his spine. He allowed the briefest smirk to quirk at the corner of a rugged lip before concentrating on the woman before them while Ruenna translated for Towhee.

For now, he would observe—perhaps even unnerve the current gathering… Particularly the Kilanova. It certainly didn’t hurt that the view in front of him was particularly intriguing.