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The snapping of twigs and childish rants perked her interest. Lifting her snout away from the task at hand, Kegana took measured, silent steps closer to the boy. The name Minori reached her ear and the foreign woman tilted her head curiously.

"A good fighter never losses his sense of awareness." She offered the words with an edge, the boy's scent aligned with Minori, and Kegana assumed him to be part of this small group the other woman had spoken off. Yet his words spoke of a disrespect she was unused to from a youngling such as himself. "He also controls his anger." Her ocean gaze wandering between the boy and the carnage of sticks strewn around him.