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The petite deer-fox trotted up at the call, ears flicked back. Antsy. More focused on those injured... Atticus, Ry... Than anything being said. She frowned. Atticus really should be lying down...
Aine chewed the inside of her cheek, nodding along absently. No allies or enemies... Once she may have held out more hope for friends but... The Fleshweaver had long since lost trust in those that came from outside the Pitt. Their 'good intentions' often proved false in the past...
She shuffled her feathers. No questions.
[/td][/tr][/table]Aine chewed the inside of her cheek, nodding along absently. No allies or enemies... Once she may have held out more hope for friends but... The Fleshweaver had long since lost trust in those that came from outside the Pitt. Their 'good intentions' often proved false in the past...
She shuffled her feathers. No questions.
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