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At this age it was more obvious than ever that the small, even more gangly than usual for an adolescent male would never, ever reach anywhere near the size of any of his extended family,not even his Saxe grandmother. As he slunk along at his father's heels the furtive little beast looked like a far younger pup than he was, nearly a yearling though he may be. His weird, watchful gaze flickered between his father's familiar form and the unfamiliar lake land he had led them to. The tip of his tongue flicked out as he tested the air for scents. Such a marshy area around a lake must be unusual for this otherwise arid place. So many herbs must grow here that he knew nothing about... The first signs of interest sparked behind that flat lavender stare as he slouched awkwardly to his haunches behind Chaos.