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The sound of pawsteps brought the yearling Aquila's attention from his thoughts to his surroundings in time to see another yearling stop instantly. She seemed to give an air of fear - Aquila, who had never been feared by anyone, immediately assumed she was afraid of the metal object he was sitting under, and he was quick to jump to his feet to assure her. "Don't worry," he called out softly. "It isn't dangerous. It's just an old human thing. They can't hurt you." Well, he admitted to himself, they probably could if you were climbing all over them like his siblings would have, or if they fell on you. He took a few steps towards the stranger, blinking at her with the naive, serious innocence he possessed, not knowing any better. Growing up in the north there really hadn't been a whole lot of strangers to have met to dissuade him from a childlike belief in their innate goodness, nor had he come to know yet how unusual his own coloration and markings were, having grown up in a family that all sported similar.