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Klypso would keep his lobes against the frozen landscape, his golden gaze shifting to his companions blue and green gaze. He was in pain, and when she asked him if he did this all the time, he figured she was talking about his antics. He sighed. "No, but when it came to crows I dont like them at all."

He didnt like to make her mad, and since it came to her seeming mad about what he had been doing; even though she was not mad now, he figured she was just annoyed. His eyes shifted to some birds who were laughing at his ear as they tweeted in laughter. He stood and let out a deep and agressive yet harmonious howl, and the birds flew off in fright. He shook his head and placed his ear back in the snow.