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Sandor grinned as the small creature lifted up to show his paws and…sort of thumbs. Brow furrowed as he looked at his own paws. He didn’t have thumbs. His eyes lit up as the panda agreed to explain how he’d done it. Sandor, like the other, watched with intense attention, riveted to the explanation they were given… although it didn’t exactly click that he couldn’t do the job since he didn’t have thumbs. As the other wolf asked what the difference was, he nodded, curious as well. “Can you make more?” He asked, “are they hard to make?” The questions rushed out before he could stop himself. Automatically, he took a long blade of grass and tried to weave it through another, like the panda had said, but he only managed in breaking it in half. He looked at the small creature, confused. Had he done it wrong?