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Well, Kavos didn't want to pretend to be a big, tall tree like she did. That was okay. Prialux knew better than to insist. The sobriety of her litter mates was enough to keep her at least a little in check, mostly out of the fear that either of them would retaliate physically. She knew they didn't mean to be the way they were, or at least she thought it, but that didn't stop the fact that they both possessed the savagery of their sire rather than the gentile nature of their mother. She, on the other hand, remained gentle.

Kavos turning was what drew her to look up from him, at about the same time Tambourine exclaimed something. She didn't completely get it, but she knew what "talk" was, and responded with a blithe crow of, "can tawk!" Kavos' wagging tail elicited the whipping of Prialux's own, partly because she very much loved Tambourine as if he was one of the family and partly because Kavos was never excited about anything. She tramped forward a few steps, but natural submissiveness, coupled with a new turn toward shyness, kept her behind Kavos somewhat.

She understood big, too, and giggled as she said, "I beeeg twee, but Kavoo no wanna be beeeg twee." He had to stand up to be a big tree like her!