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Erys felt a warmth go through him as Pyrrhic placed his paw lightly over the pup’s own. Erys felt his liquid silver gaze shift upwards to the older boy’s gaze. There was enough sympathy that Erystotle could believe it and he felt his lips twitch up in the ghost of a smile. He was given the name of his savior and the generous gift of the delicious smelling rabbit. He offered Pyrrhic a genuine grin as he was gifted a bigger meal than he’d seen since leaving Kesali.

”Thank you!” He croaked gratefully. ”I’m Erystotle.” He offered a name before losing his ability to control himself and he dug into the rabbit ravenously. He couldn’t refuse the gift or the help, curse or no curse.