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Judging by the girl's reaction, Clay assumed that he has spooked the poor thing. He felt a twinge bad, feeling his ears pull back and chin lower to rest upon his paws—hopefully the display was docile enough not to warrant her running away in fear. Though he supposed that wouldn't be so bad as he could finally get peace and quiet.

But watching her timid reaction upon backing up almost reminded him of when he was a few months old himself. Shy, cowardly, unsure of everything and anything. Nightwalkers. Easthollow. Hopefully the girl would never have to face that. Never know the trials and tribulations of war, of deep-seated anger.

"You're uh... Empress Reiko and Emperor Takeshi's daughter, right?" He questioned, watching her again as she stepped forward. "I'm Clay—commoner of the Empire."