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He thought he was being stealthy. It was one of those silly “I can’t see you, thus you can’t see me” mental moments, until something snuck up behind him and leapt, shouting. He leapt to his feet, bristling and yelping audibly. Whirling around, he found Shaeniire.
Ashamed of his open show of fear, he sulked, folding back his ears and snorting. “Not nice,” he pouted, even as her laughter rang out around him, stinging him and his bruised ego. He glared with venomous, child eyes, suddenly lowering into a crouch and lunging at her in revenge.