Will you smile?

She wasn’t listening out for Take, but she was looking. The flaring flow of his body gave away his location, and before long she was zeroing in on it. The sound of his bark helped to lead her to the Main Hall. She found him sitting sleepily over a hare, the scent of freshly washed fur drifting off him, despite the hints of food still smeared across his chops.

She grinned easily, and settled down across from him. Depositing the scales in front of him, but placing a paw over them so he couldn’t readily see what it was. “Hey Take, you sleepy goose, who scrubbed you backwards” she teased, reaching out her spare paw to swipe at some of the dried blood crusted by his muzzle. She was worried at how sleepy he looked. She thought he was starting to feel a little better, with his newly grown horns no longer hurting so much.

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