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If he seemed at all bothered by accidentally tackling her he made little sign of it. Empathy was not something he was good at - he was generally motivated by fear of failure and letting others down than anything like innate kindness. That was why he'd originally tried helping her out; he feared one of the older pack members would see her all dirty and bloody get upset at him for being part of the mess. That day wasn't something he thought of now though as Noelani stretched out from his tackle and focused on what he was looking at too.

His eyes widened at the sight. It was explainable - and creepy - but he couldn't shake a slight feeling of deja vu, and he didn't know why. He'd noticed the way sections of his own coat grew brighter with his rapid shifts in mood were unusual, and nothing at all like anyone else in Habari experienced... perhaps these glowing lights were similar in a way. Were they angry? His brow furrowed in concentration as he watched a small group of them float lower toward the lake, and instead of disappearing into the water they simply vanished, though were soon replaced by another group, this time even brighter. "I don't think we're dreaming," he admitted after a moment. He wanted to catch some of them though, and without thinking he went sprinting toward the lake's edge, splashing about in the shallows as he chased after a few small balls of light. "Help me catch some!"