Shiva looked to something moving on the other side of the window for a moment, then back to Desrick's face. She wasn't sure what to think about this whole thing. It just seemed to be another case of the nations showing friendliness and cooperation with one half of their face, while the other side constantly scowled with scrutiny. On thought, she felt out of place. She had hoped to stay around the less politically ambiguous side of the military given her rank.
She wasn't going to say so, but Shiva honestly could care less about their whole 'loyalty to the people' crap. She understood the game, she didn't need to be indoctrinated all over again. Her questions went to more practical matters. "What kind of ops are we expecting to go on, sir?"
Desrick responded without so much as blinking, "That will be at the discretion of the Assembly to disclose."
As usual, they don't know, Shiva thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she took on a veneer of fatigue for a moment as she slowly took another breath. She wasn't likely to be told who the rest of the squadmates were, so for now all there was to do was wait. "I have no more questions, sir." She said finally, her eyes flitting in the direction of Yuyun for an instant. She wondered what exactly would be happening next.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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All the movement served to quicken the poison into Sabine's head and limbs. As early as she saw Okun's attempt to grab her ankles, she couldn't quite dodge back before he got a firm grip. As helpless and desperate as Okun-Jei was in his position, Sabine had promised not to hit him while he was down, so she refrained from trying anything but pulling her foot free. Not only was she unsuccessful in this, but Okun managed to pull with enough force that Sabine's feet both lost traction in the mud. Her back found the ground in a similar splat of mud to Okun's fall.
Being in no position to get up unless Okun let go, Sabine tried to kick at him with her free foot to get him off.
Another flash of lightning brightened the landscape and Janius sighed and nodded. Their families did seem to live very similarly. It made it ironic that their paths had to diverge.
Janius held Kaleeth slightly closer and looked down, thinking on how to articulate an answer to Kaleeth's next question. She seemed so small when he was in this form, but she still had her charm in Janius' eyes. He wished things could be different. "There is much more to the world than hunting, Kaleeth. Becoming a werewolf means you give up on so much. You cannot live with other civilizations, whether it be an Argonian village, an Imperial city, or even an Orcish stronghold. The only reason we are welcome in your village is because our condition is secret, and they never last for long." Janius looked at Kaleeth with lament in his eyes, "I often did not like my birth family. It took me a long time to realise that I liked the pack more, but it took me even longer to realise how much I missed my mother and father. Because of this condition, I can never see them again. They would not accept me and my way of life. They think I am dead."
Janius closed his eyes and shook his head, this was all Kaleeth knew already. She needed to know other, more immediately impactful things, "There is, of course, another detail that might affect you more than it did myself. If you are a werewolf, your soul is bound to Hircine, the daedric prince of the hunt. When a werewolf dies, its soul, bound with its beast spirit, goes to Hircine's eternal hunting grounds. There, you hunt or are hunted for all eternity alongside Hircine's pack, if you are found worthy. Paradise to some, but a sacrifice." Janius opened his eyes, "For me, Arkay will not carry my soul into a new life, but for you, when you die... you will never hear the Hist again."
Being in no position to get up unless Okun let go, Sabine tried to kick at him with her free foot to get him off.
Another flash of lightning brightened the landscape and Janius sighed and nodded. Their families did seem to live very similarly. It made it ironic that their paths had to diverge.
Janius held Kaleeth slightly closer and looked down, thinking on how to articulate an answer to Kaleeth's next question. She seemed so small when he was in this form, but she still had her charm in Janius' eyes. He wished things could be different. "There is much more to the world than hunting, Kaleeth. Becoming a werewolf means you give up on so much. You cannot live with other civilizations, whether it be an Argonian village, an Imperial city, or even an Orcish stronghold. The only reason we are welcome in your village is because our condition is secret, and they never last for long." Janius looked at Kaleeth with lament in his eyes, "I often did not like my birth family. It took me a long time to realise that I liked the pack more, but it took me even longer to realise how much I missed my mother and father. Because of this condition, I can never see them again. They would not accept me and my way of life. They think I am dead."
Janius closed his eyes and shook his head, this was all Kaleeth knew already. She needed to know other, more immediately impactful things, "There is, of course, another detail that might affect you more than it did myself. If you are a werewolf, your soul is bound to Hircine, the daedric prince of the hunt. When a werewolf dies, its soul, bound with its beast spirit, goes to Hircine's eternal hunting grounds. There, you hunt or are hunted for all eternity alongside Hircine's pack, if you are found worthy. Paradise to some, but a sacrifice." Janius opened his eyes, "For me, Arkay will not carry my soul into a new life, but for you, when you die... you will never hear the Hist again."
Sabine tried for a swing at Okun's lower right after striking him, but he was able to leap away and recover. Sabine stood tensed and focussed for Okun's next move, which at first appeared to be a lunge straight at her body. Sabine positioned to deflect the thrust, but merely deflected the air as Okun's spear suddenly swung for her legs. In a reflexive reaction that would have been impossible if not for her potion, she was able to jump Okun's spear before the hit her legs and caused him to overswing. In a counterattack, Sabine stepped forward, pulled her left hand back and swung her staff diagonally down with her right hand at Okun's shoulder. She appeared to have the upper hand, but she was close to overextending.
Janius just assumed that the reason for Kaleeth's shaking was because of the adrenaline. He had no idea she was afraid of heights. Still, looking back at Kaleeth, Janius nudged his snout against hers playfully after she kissed it, then looked across to the flashes of lightning in the distance. The rain started to slow from a torrent to a shower, so he didn't have to speak too loudly. "Talking is very difficult at first. You have a different mouth, tongue and throat, so at first all you know how to do is whine, bark, growl, and howl." Janius let out a low and short laugh through his nose, "If it weren't for practicing with the pack, I probably would not know how to talk well at all in this form. When hunting, though, Meesei talks to us like a wolf would. She uses gestures and small sounds. Talking like that is much easier, but limited." Janius had been one for so long that not much else came up beyond what he had already told her. He looked down at her again, "I am happy to speak to answer any other questions you have. It is no trouble."
Janius just assumed that the reason for Kaleeth's shaking was because of the adrenaline. He had no idea she was afraid of heights. Still, looking back at Kaleeth, Janius nudged his snout against hers playfully after she kissed it, then looked across to the flashes of lightning in the distance. The rain started to slow from a torrent to a shower, so he didn't have to speak too loudly. "Talking is very difficult at first. You have a different mouth, tongue and throat, so at first all you know how to do is whine, bark, growl, and howl." Janius let out a low and short laugh through his nose, "If it weren't for practicing with the pack, I probably would not know how to talk well at all in this form. When hunting, though, Meesei talks to us like a wolf would. She uses gestures and small sounds. Talking like that is much easier, but limited." Janius had been one for so long that not much else came up beyond what he had already told her. He looked down at her again, "I am happy to speak to answer any other questions you have. It is no trouble."
I think the closest would be August, but he's a contractor for the UN at best.
I was going to wait for another post to buffer by next one. Does anyone else need to arrive at Concord?
Sabine placed one end of her staff on the ground, leaned it against her front and took the poison from Thorantilth. Before she drank it, she held it under her arm and swigged down her fortification potion. When she got to the poison, she felt more ready than she had ever been for this trial. She snatched up her staff and held it forward in a guard stance, focussing on Okun.
Part of Sabine felt sorry for Okun, she could relate to his nervousness. At the same time though, to know that her opponent was as fearful as she was seemed oddly reassuring. This time, Sabine decided to strike first. Lauching off from one foot, she raised her staff over her head and feinted a swing at Okun's side, before stopping it and swinging around to his other side. Already, she felt her potion giving her swifter and finer control of her movements. That would be overcome by the poison over time, but she intended to press every advantage she had.
Involuntarily, Janius perked his ears and twisted his head in the direction of Kaleeth's scratching about an eighth of a turn. For some reason it felt nice, as if an itch was being scratched that he hadn't noticed until now. How did she know to scratch behind his ears if she didn't know what a dog was? A lucky guess, maybe.
Janius had to pause for a moment to think of where to go. His thoughts were mostly distracted by Kaleeth's hopeful comments. It was clear that she wanted to try being a werewolf. That made Janius wonder whether what he was doing was only encouraging her, that perhaps this wasn't a good idea after all. Janius decided that, when it would be more appropriate, he would make it clear what Kaleeth would be giving up. She may be disillusioned with her family, but that would pass. If she had given them up by then she would regret it more than Janius could justify.
After a while, a memory came across Janius' mind from their first day in the village. The corners of his mouth curled upwards as he looked up at the rain. "There is a grove of trees that I saw when the pack was travelling here. I believe it is outside of the hunters' patrols, but... they would be good for running through the air." Careful not to dig into Kaleeth with his claws, Janius picked her up almost effortlessly and helped her onto his back again. As before, he bolted off as fast as he could, now making far more splashes in the new newly formed rain and mud. He was going in a certain direction this time. It was harder to navigate by scent in such heavy rain, but Janius knew the general direction he was headed.
Eventually they came by the grove that Janius mentioned. It was merely a part of the marsh that was a more densely packed set of trees. Most of them were mangrove-like trees that sat in a consisent and huge body of water. Janius leaped onto the trunk of the first tree he saw and climbed up to its middle branches. Running through the air, as Janius liked to call it, was merely jumping between tree branches fluidly amongst the mangrove. It was something he didn't get to do often as not many places were suitable for it, but it was one of his favourite things in wolf form. It combined the strength and agility of the beast spirit with his own judgement of whether the branches would hold his weight and the path ahead to take. In this mangrove-like body of trees, jumping over a void that was over rain-churned water filled with any sorts of hidden creatures only made it more invigorating.
After mapping out much of the patch in his mind, he found the tallest tree and climbed to the top of the canopy as far as the branches would hold him. There, as he had hoped, he found a verdant view of the tops of the trees. The green leaves glinting with the rain pouring onto them. From here he could see further across the flat marsh than most places. Even though the clouds greyed and darkened the view from above, patches of mist and fog were visible weaving amongst the foliage, painting eerie streaks of white through the dark green and brown marshland. Of all of the treetop views he had seen, this one was unique to Janius.
"This is what I wanted to see," Janius said while panting his breath back. In a distant part of the marsh, a fork of lightning flashed briefly. The thunder came many moments afterward and was quieter than the other claps, but it was mesmerising all the same. "Here, we can watch the storm if you like." Janius carefully seated himself on the branch while holding onto the trunk. He helped Kaleeth-Rei off his back and onto his lap where he could hold onto her without her slipping from the branch or digging into his back. He glanced down at her and chuckled slowly, "Have you been in this place before?"
Part of Sabine felt sorry for Okun, she could relate to his nervousness. At the same time though, to know that her opponent was as fearful as she was seemed oddly reassuring. This time, Sabine decided to strike first. Lauching off from one foot, she raised her staff over her head and feinted a swing at Okun's side, before stopping it and swinging around to his other side. Already, she felt her potion giving her swifter and finer control of her movements. That would be overcome by the poison over time, but she intended to press every advantage she had.
Involuntarily, Janius perked his ears and twisted his head in the direction of Kaleeth's scratching about an eighth of a turn. For some reason it felt nice, as if an itch was being scratched that he hadn't noticed until now. How did she know to scratch behind his ears if she didn't know what a dog was? A lucky guess, maybe.
Janius had to pause for a moment to think of where to go. His thoughts were mostly distracted by Kaleeth's hopeful comments. It was clear that she wanted to try being a werewolf. That made Janius wonder whether what he was doing was only encouraging her, that perhaps this wasn't a good idea after all. Janius decided that, when it would be more appropriate, he would make it clear what Kaleeth would be giving up. She may be disillusioned with her family, but that would pass. If she had given them up by then she would regret it more than Janius could justify.
After a while, a memory came across Janius' mind from their first day in the village. The corners of his mouth curled upwards as he looked up at the rain. "There is a grove of trees that I saw when the pack was travelling here. I believe it is outside of the hunters' patrols, but... they would be good for running through the air." Careful not to dig into Kaleeth with his claws, Janius picked her up almost effortlessly and helped her onto his back again. As before, he bolted off as fast as he could, now making far more splashes in the new newly formed rain and mud. He was going in a certain direction this time. It was harder to navigate by scent in such heavy rain, but Janius knew the general direction he was headed.
Eventually they came by the grove that Janius mentioned. It was merely a part of the marsh that was a more densely packed set of trees. Most of them were mangrove-like trees that sat in a consisent and huge body of water. Janius leaped onto the trunk of the first tree he saw and climbed up to its middle branches. Running through the air, as Janius liked to call it, was merely jumping between tree branches fluidly amongst the mangrove. It was something he didn't get to do often as not many places were suitable for it, but it was one of his favourite things in wolf form. It combined the strength and agility of the beast spirit with his own judgement of whether the branches would hold his weight and the path ahead to take. In this mangrove-like body of trees, jumping over a void that was over rain-churned water filled with any sorts of hidden creatures only made it more invigorating.
After mapping out much of the patch in his mind, he found the tallest tree and climbed to the top of the canopy as far as the branches would hold him. There, as he had hoped, he found a verdant view of the tops of the trees. The green leaves glinting with the rain pouring onto them. From here he could see further across the flat marsh than most places. Even though the clouds greyed and darkened the view from above, patches of mist and fog were visible weaving amongst the foliage, painting eerie streaks of white through the dark green and brown marshland. Of all of the treetop views he had seen, this one was unique to Janius.
"This is what I wanted to see," Janius said while panting his breath back. In a distant part of the marsh, a fork of lightning flashed briefly. The thunder came many moments afterward and was quieter than the other claps, but it was mesmerising all the same. "Here, we can watch the storm if you like." Janius carefully seated himself on the branch while holding onto the trunk. He helped Kaleeth-Rei off his back and onto his lap where he could hold onto her without her slipping from the branch or digging into his back. He glanced down at her and chuckled slowly, "Have you been in this place before?"
"Yes, fourteen years," Tunxeek confirmed. Sabine nodded and looked forward as the rain began to surge. The Argonians didn't seem to mind it, and she wasn't too phased either. It was only rain. It might make the fight a bit slippery with the mud, that was the only thing. That and how thick the air became to breath in all the warm humidity. For the tropical marsh being warm all the time the rain really did just trade one annoyance for another. With the noise of the rain, Sabine didn't feel like talking anymore. She just brought her knees up to her chest and waited for Thorantilth.
It wasn't too long before the Treeminder came along. When he asked whether they had anything else they wanted to do, Sabine simply found her staff to use again and waited silently for Okun-Jei.
Before responding, Janius decided to hold Kaleeth to his chest while she hugged him and climb down from the tree bough with his free arm so neither of them would slip off with the rain. He felt heavy with the moisture in his fur, but Kaleeth didn't react to the rain at all. As for what she had said, Janius smiled internally. "I thought this would be fun." Janius said in his low voice, before lowering himself down to his haunches for a quick rest and to bring his head level to Kaleeth's. They would continue to run again soon, but for now they could wait as long as nothing bothered them. "It gives strength, yes. Remember what I said, though. There are downsides. I wanted to share this with you, without the downsides. If only for a morning."
Another flash in the distance followed shortly after by rolling claps of thunder distracted Janius for a moment, but he looked at Kaleeth again. "Is there a tree or a rock somewhere that you always wanted to stand atop? I might carry you up it today."
It wasn't too long before the Treeminder came along. When he asked whether they had anything else they wanted to do, Sabine simply found her staff to use again and waited silently for Okun-Jei.
Before responding, Janius decided to hold Kaleeth to his chest while she hugged him and climb down from the tree bough with his free arm so neither of them would slip off with the rain. He felt heavy with the moisture in his fur, but Kaleeth didn't react to the rain at all. As for what she had said, Janius smiled internally. "I thought this would be fun." Janius said in his low voice, before lowering himself down to his haunches for a quick rest and to bring his head level to Kaleeth's. They would continue to run again soon, but for now they could wait as long as nothing bothered them. "It gives strength, yes. Remember what I said, though. There are downsides. I wanted to share this with you, without the downsides. If only for a morning."
Another flash in the distance followed shortly after by rolling claps of thunder distracted Janius for a moment, but he looked at Kaleeth again. "Is there a tree or a rock somewhere that you always wanted to stand atop? I might carry you up it today."
Sabine waited patiently for the healer to inspect her brews. The stamina potion was passed quickly, as it was the same one as last time and had been unaltered. Though, the second potion took a while longer. Sabine was worried that perhaps the fortification effects might inadvertently counteract the poison, but in the end it was simply because of the complexity of the potion she had made. The healer wasn't expecting something like this and ended up having to ask Sabine through Tunxeek what ingredients and methods she used. Sabine answered and the healer eventually handed it back with an impressed look. It was accepted.
Knowing that the fight would not start until Thorantilth arrived at the very least, Sabine decided to seat herself down next to Meesei. Having nothing better to do, Tunxeek sat near her and invited Okun-Jei to do the same. Sabine glanced up at Okun and leaned towards Tunxeek to speak, "How old is Okun-Jei?"
Tunxeek blinked a couple of times. "I think he is the same as me, so... fourteen years? I don't know exactly." He looked up at Okun, "Hey Okun-Jei, how old are you?"
Janius blinked one eye as he received Kaleeth's kiss. Her words made his heart heavy with worry, but as long as she knew the consequences of becoming a werewolf as he had explained, she would not likely go down that path, even if she desired it. At least in what he intended to do, Kaleeth could at least experience some of it. It wasn't much, but it was a glimpse, as he had said.
Before Kaleeth quite got the opportunity to latch onto Janius' back properly, he leaned onto all fours and suddenly broke into a run. The moist air whistled past them as they sped across the mud and dirt at a blistering speed. The only particular direction he went was away from the village, but he made sure to maintain his sense of direction. He negotiated various obstacles as he ran through the marsh with Kaleeth holding on. He brushed through tree branches, clambered and jumped over rocks and logs, all as fast as he could. A small pool of water ahead was leaped over by Janius in a single bound. The next one was too large, forcing him to dive straight in with such speed that by the time he surfaced he was at the other side and splashed up the bank to keep running. He was now completely drenched, but refreshed at the same time. It did not break his focus. His entire world only perceived the sights in front of him, the smells rushing by, and the sound of his fast but consistent breathing. Whether Kaleeth protested or not was not something he was paying heed to. Of course he made sure not to maneuver in such a way that Kaleeth would fall off, but he didn't make it easy for her to hang on either.
Janius spotted a short dead tree ahead and took the opportunity in his run to slow down a little, redirect his momentum, and climb up to a bough to look at his surroundings from a vantage point. There were various smells in the air, but the predominant one was imminent humidity. It smelled overwhelmingly like it was about to rain. He angled his head to try and check on Kaleeth, but he couldn't see her face clearly.
Knowing that the fight would not start until Thorantilth arrived at the very least, Sabine decided to seat herself down next to Meesei. Having nothing better to do, Tunxeek sat near her and invited Okun-Jei to do the same. Sabine glanced up at Okun and leaned towards Tunxeek to speak, "How old is Okun-Jei?"
Tunxeek blinked a couple of times. "I think he is the same as me, so... fourteen years? I don't know exactly." He looked up at Okun, "Hey Okun-Jei, how old are you?"
Janius blinked one eye as he received Kaleeth's kiss. Her words made his heart heavy with worry, but as long as she knew the consequences of becoming a werewolf as he had explained, she would not likely go down that path, even if she desired it. At least in what he intended to do, Kaleeth could at least experience some of it. It wasn't much, but it was a glimpse, as he had said.
Before Kaleeth quite got the opportunity to latch onto Janius' back properly, he leaned onto all fours and suddenly broke into a run. The moist air whistled past them as they sped across the mud and dirt at a blistering speed. The only particular direction he went was away from the village, but he made sure to maintain his sense of direction. He negotiated various obstacles as he ran through the marsh with Kaleeth holding on. He brushed through tree branches, clambered and jumped over rocks and logs, all as fast as he could. A small pool of water ahead was leaped over by Janius in a single bound. The next one was too large, forcing him to dive straight in with such speed that by the time he surfaced he was at the other side and splashed up the bank to keep running. He was now completely drenched, but refreshed at the same time. It did not break his focus. His entire world only perceived the sights in front of him, the smells rushing by, and the sound of his fast but consistent breathing. Whether Kaleeth protested or not was not something he was paying heed to. Of course he made sure not to maneuver in such a way that Kaleeth would fall off, but he didn't make it easy for her to hang on either.
Janius spotted a short dead tree ahead and took the opportunity in his run to slow down a little, redirect his momentum, and climb up to a bough to look at his surroundings from a vantage point. There were various smells in the air, but the predominant one was imminent humidity. It smelled overwhelmingly like it was about to rain. He angled his head to try and check on Kaleeth, but he couldn't see her face clearly.
Cool. G'night!
Sabine's mouth twitched at the translation of Okun-Jei's response. She nodded, "I won't, no."
Beforehand, Sabine had been getting more and more nervous about the fight. She was still a little uneasy, but now having talked to Okun, she felt a little better about it. They would have a fight, and it was still possible that Sabine could fail, but it would be more sufferable than getting her bones broken over and over. Before she forgot, Sabine unceremoniously turned away from Tunxeek and Okun-Jei to find the healer and get her new potions checked.
Tunxeek looked on, then turned to Okun. Okun and Tunxeek didn't know each other very well, even for living in the same village, but Tunxeek clarified Sabine's behaviour to him anyway. "It's okay, Sabine may act strangely, but I don't think she will hurt you any more than the fight requires."
Kaleeth and Janius reached their secluded spot hand in hand. There were already fond memories in this area, but this time Janius planned something different. He motioned for Kaleeth to stay standing where she was and took a few steps back. "I am going to transform, just warning you," Janius said, removing his belongings and clothing as he spoke, "I won't need to feed this time, I fed as a werewolf only a few days ago, so I should be lucid as a monk." As he finished his sentence, Janius stood up straight and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then grunted in pain, his body cringing, but still standing. In the less than ten seconds of sickening snapping, cracking and warping, his body changed shape and sprouted a thick fur.
Once finished, he looked at the ground for a few moments leaning on his hands. He was breathing fast, but his demeanour calmed and his breathing quickly slowed. His wolfish head slowly looked up to Kaleeth, then slowly approached her, sniffing the air by habit. Kaleeth was not another werewolf, so Janius' beast spirit was still apprehensive, but not protesting at her presence. Janius turned his back to Kaleeth, brushing his tail against her ankles accidentally, and squatted to the ground. He turned his head to look behind at her and in a low, grumbling, growl tried to speak, "Jump onto my back. Hold on tight."
Beforehand, Sabine had been getting more and more nervous about the fight. She was still a little uneasy, but now having talked to Okun, she felt a little better about it. They would have a fight, and it was still possible that Sabine could fail, but it would be more sufferable than getting her bones broken over and over. Before she forgot, Sabine unceremoniously turned away from Tunxeek and Okun-Jei to find the healer and get her new potions checked.
Tunxeek looked on, then turned to Okun. Okun and Tunxeek didn't know each other very well, even for living in the same village, but Tunxeek clarified Sabine's behaviour to him anyway. "It's okay, Sabine may act strangely, but I don't think she will hurt you any more than the fight requires."
Kaleeth and Janius reached their secluded spot hand in hand. There were already fond memories in this area, but this time Janius planned something different. He motioned for Kaleeth to stay standing where she was and took a few steps back. "I am going to transform, just warning you," Janius said, removing his belongings and clothing as he spoke, "I won't need to feed this time, I fed as a werewolf only a few days ago, so I should be lucid as a monk." As he finished his sentence, Janius stood up straight and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then grunted in pain, his body cringing, but still standing. In the less than ten seconds of sickening snapping, cracking and warping, his body changed shape and sprouted a thick fur.
Once finished, he looked at the ground for a few moments leaning on his hands. He was breathing fast, but his demeanour calmed and his breathing quickly slowed. His wolfish head slowly looked up to Kaleeth, then slowly approached her, sniffing the air by habit. Kaleeth was not another werewolf, so Janius' beast spirit was still apprehensive, but not protesting at her presence. Janius turned his back to Kaleeth, brushing his tail against her ankles accidentally, and squatted to the ground. He turned his head to look behind at her and in a low, grumbling, growl tried to speak, "Jump onto my back. Hold on tight."
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