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Caspa knew she was a little strange looking, her mixture of un-wolflike breeds had drawn stares before now. So she was reminded again of the unthinking innocence of childhood as the girl started to talk at her without a sense of the strange and new, as if they'd met before. How open children could be, when they weren't raised in the disciplinarian schooling of Samira, or in abandonment, a harsh survival situation that created only brutes. Truly, Cour des Miracles was a fertile environment. The Princess wanted to grow into a hero, and Caspa nodded approvingly. "It is always good to meet a future hero," she said gravely. The girl was not only bold and determined, but also kind; she sought a butterfly to give to her sister. Caspa would have explained that a butterfly would never have survived the journey home, and Robin would have to turn her thoughts elsewhere if she wanted a pet, when she realised the pup had noticed her own small creature, still held protectively in her arm. "This is a baby chicken," she told the colourful child. "It will grow to lay eggs. For now it is just a fuzzball. This one is smaller than the others, and I don't like to leave her alone with them for too long... they seem to gang up on her." Chicks were adorable, but they had strong claws and beaks, and Caspa worried - perhaps a little too anxiously - about the fate of her tiniest yellow-feathered charge.
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