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  • [ HOW MUCH WOOD -- joining! ]

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    Blur gaze switching from the trains to alabaster paws, Finley eventually sank to his haunches with ears flattened against his skull, words barely above a whisper escaping his muzzle. "Uh, um, Finley, uh, here to, uh, um, uh, join?"
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  • BLACKBIRD, FLY | open, death

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    "R-rest in peace," the trainee whispered quietly before slinking a good yard behind Aldric. It was best to let the ones closest to the dingo grieve.
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  • [ HOW MUCH WOOD -- joining! ]

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    I wonder how he got that badly hurt, the white pawed trainee thought before forcing himself to respond to Leonardo. "Oh, uh hey! Th-thanks, I think maybe?"
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  • HOMESICK [ open ]

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    Finley would've completely averted this situation if possible, but that wasn't exactly an option. Emerging from the bushes with burrs on almost every inch of his tail and a few stragglers lurking on his pelt, the white-pawed trainee paused to spot a hyena and Leonardo in a tree. Was there any way he could U-turn out of here? Well, they had probably already seen him, so...


    Awkwardly padding forth, Finley winced as the burrs clung to his tail. This sucked, but he'd have to clear them off later. Now was not the time. "Yo? No, um, howdy. Or, uh salutations maybe?"
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