Strange ties

Enki bristled and blushed as the woman brushed against him. This was overload and gods was he shy! What did he need to do? He needed to show her that he was good at hunting. He could provide for her. Right. Darting off into the underbrush without warning, Enki was gone for quite a while. When he returned, he was holding a fat grouse between his jaws which he placed at the female's paws before stepping a few paces back. In his experience, a female leopard was just as likely to swat you with claws as she was to thank you.

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"Witches brew?" Iolaire cackled and gave her head a shake. "No, not that I'm aware of. Besides, I'm the closest thing to a witch around these parts, am I not?" She still had no explanation as to why her paws had split and grown. She wasn't complaining though. "With these, I'll be able to craft many new things. I've been working on my braiding technique with Enki. We're getting pretty good working together." Io imagined that, before long, she would be crafting chainmail, weapons, and many other things that the Armada could use.