Amaury chuckled, seeing no reason for the younger, only by a mere handful of months, male's embarrassment. Shaking his head, he held a paw out to the kid and spoke, 'Nah, dun sweat it... Fallin' over ent nuffin really'. He ran a hand through his lazy shag of dark brown fur. 'Ya ent boarded out jus' yet, ja?' he commented, then asked, 'An' ya dint hurt yaself did ya? Dun wanna send ya back to ya folks all klapped up an' all'. He was rambling again, but then again, the boy was talkative by default, even around strangers. A breeze flickered through the trees and made the leaves flutter like mad.
'Dis place? Dis a fort, kid. Hoomans had armies and the trained 'em up here'. Well, that's what Amaury knew from reading the documents that he could find, and that weren't too badly damaged and just from looking around. He'd been camping here for a good few weeks so he thought himself quite the expert on the fort. Far from it in actuality.
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