Strange ties

Bast blinked in surprise at his absence, as he shot off into the woods, and would think she had scared him off with her brash touch. She growled, and sunk her hunched to the ground, tail flicking in agitation behind her. She was considering how to win over the leopard, or knock some sense into him, when he returned with a nice plump grouse. He placed it right before her, between her paws, stepping in close, and then stepping away again. She leaned down daintily, and sniffed at the offering, her tail smoothing in a gentle sway as she picked up the food, stepped towards him, into the crook of his arm, whether he wished it or not, and placed the food down again. There, before him, she would eat.

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“Interesting” he mused , it was definitely intriguing. He wondered if the volcano had anything to do with the many changes he had seen in the wolves of the Armada - and Ashen both. His own brood were definitely touched, with their many mutations. “You are, your my Ashen Witch” he agreed, with a gentle chuckle. “I imagine those paws are very handy to a healer. Certainly my claws come in use for crafting” he mused