sometimes quiet is violent
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Avella had the answers once again, and they were quite a bit worrisome. She didn't seem stressed however, even when the word die passed her lips. The gears in Clouse's head were whirring away, digesting all of this new information while trying to imagine exactly what this Winter was actually going to look like. "Well... good thing we got each other then, huh?" He was definitely thankful he'd had his cousins to take him out into the world, watch his back and answer his questions. It was good to have family, and even better to have family with paws as itchy as your own. Motion caught his eyes, and Clouse looked up in time to see a falling star streak through the inky sky. Excitement lit up his face and his tail thumped against the ground. "Look, look! Someone's coming home! Make a wish," he urged his cousin before squeezing his eyes shut and sending up his own little request. |