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val heard chacal before he saw her - or was it smelled? something stank of whale meat.

he knew he deserved a good whupping; chacal’s croon edged the wintry air, followed by an array of jousts aimed in his direction. val embraced her with rough sibling affection, remembering his station with low wags of his tail.

reunited in this moment, it was easy to forget his guilt. you smell like whale barf. he quipped, aiming a quick nip at a forepaw before he gallumphed off, following erzulie towards rosalyn at a jaunty trot.