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he watches the swift motion with which the child is snatched mid-bound. his furrowed brow suggests he doesn't approve; however, his face otherwise reads an expression of interest. ravinger sighs deeply, now seeming bored with the barbarism. "is this who we are now? wolves who manhandle pups?" he shoots a look first at cenric, then calhoun. "the boy brought you flowers, cenric. be nice." this suggestion comes even despite the fact that the king appears to agree.

"if a child can hurt one of our kings, we're a sorry lot indeed," he tosses the words to calhoun. "unless you feel our kings cannot protect themselves from puppies, calhoun." ravinger muses thoughtfully, his pink eyes wandering to examine the nails of his right forepaw. part of him feels sorry for prim; he seems utterly harmless. "perhaps i'll compose a song... calhoun: the mighty child-slayer." he chuckles smugly.