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In the wild abandon of instinct and sudden claws and tail and senses, hearing Chulane’s voice echo in his mind barely registered as strange. Sending a pulse of agreement back, Neron rounded the corner of the hallway and prowled towards one of the aforementioned training rooms. At first he had been clumsy on four paws, quite like a cub in that regard, but a long stretch of floor and a few minutes to run made all the difference in the world.
This is something else, he said, sounding quietly awed and slowing his steps as they approached one of the doors. Nosing it open, Neron slunk inside to peer up at the high rafters, at the open training space. You’ve climbed these before, then? he asked, glancing over his shoulder to Chuy; while the shift couldn’t smile, the vet would certainly get the impression of amusement from the ex-Warden.
This is something else, he said, sounding quietly awed and slowing his steps as they approached one of the doors. Nosing it open, Neron slunk inside to peer up at the high rafters, at the open training space. You’ve climbed these before, then? he asked, glancing over his shoulder to Chuy; while the shift couldn’t smile, the vet would certainly get the impression of amusement from the ex-Warden.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
