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He was a bit tense, but Chacal hardly noticed. There was no reason for him to be uncertain, at least, none that she could see. She hadn't spoken yet, so she felt there was nothing that she could have done that might have made him feel confused or worried about meeting her. She failed to take into consideration that perhaps he was more anxious about the impression he made, but in her childlike innocence, she'd not connected the dots between the amount of scars he had to what terrible things might have caused them. She didn't feel it necessarily reflected who he really was, anyway, and was willing to look past what she saw without allowing it to colour her judgement. 

And she was pleased to see, when she looked back, this massive and stately figure prance toward her. There was a lofty grace to his steps, but something unique and foolish about seeing someone so solemn fling up his paws and add a merry bounce to his step. Chacal's high-pitched laughter trilled on the air like a filly's whinney, and she spun in a tight circle three times before she slid to a stop, the tip of her tail in her mouth. With a cheshire grin, she looked over the dark fluff of her tail and raised her eyebrows at him, challenging him to do the same.