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Yes, in fact, she could come out to play! Fever had just finished having a little snack and was just preparing to venture back out into the wilds when an unfamiliar, but friendly, voice called into the family den. The girl's ears perked up and she pranced towards the doorway. The warm autumn sunlight caught the fiery flecks in Fever's fur, setting her alight as she exited the den. Already four little horns were growing out of her skull; two growing straight up between her ears and two curling around them. They would be big and impressive some day, but for now they were little and cute. Just like she was.

Mismatched eyes fell upon the form of a large boy, a bit older than she was. Fever long tail swished on the stones beneath her and she smiled brightly. "Hi," she said sweetly, her tones soft an innocent as only a child can produce. "Who are you?" Taking a step towards him, Fever extended her neck, touching her nose to the boy's nose to give him a good sniff and a friendly little bump.

"Fever Medacium"