( Licyn peers around the turn of the tunnel he's in, ears swiveling forward. The voice is familiar and yet off, enough that when he walks forward, head held low, eyes staring up at Clara where she stands, well aware of the sword in her hand, he moves slow, slinking. Tail down, but not curled under.
He presents at least half of himself, facing her directly, ears perked forward. Canting his head the to side, he huffs, watching her reaction. Something about her feels off, in a more immediately familiar way. One he's just recently had to deal with, but— )
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He presents at least half of himself, facing her directly, ears perked forward. Canting his head the to side, he huffs, watching her reaction. Something about her feels off, in a more immediately familiar way. One he's just recently had to deal with, but— )
Aooou?