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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!
For a moment, the grey male regretted coming up from behind the female. The slightest jolt of her body told him that he'd startled her and wondered what she had been thinking about. He often found that his thoughts overtook his awareness, a trait that he knew was dangerous but couldn't quite break. He'd be walking along perfectly happy in his own mind and someone would startle him, or he would suddenly surface and notice something far off. This lack of awareness was going to be the end of him some day he knew it, but for now he couldn't help but internalise himself and shut himself off from the rest of the world. In that way, he regretted coming from behind- if she'd been equally lost in her own thoughts, it might have proceeded into something violent.
Lilin appeared to make good friends however, as the cinnamon female turned to face him. He spotted the Frithr necklace just before it disappeared beneath what appeared to be armour before a friendly smile lit up the females face. He couldn't help the answering grin tugging his lips up as she spoke. Her confession was taken with a small chuckle, before he answered. It is still much appreciated. We have pups on the way, so keeping Vinátta safe is the most important thing. He offered, his voice practically glowing with pride at the thought of his own pups. He pushed thoughts of Lilin's lacklustre attitude out of his mind, his tail sweeping back and forth in his happiness.
He quieted for a moment as she introduced herself, glad that his guess had been correct. He didn't know what to make of her reference to Oak as her best friend, but supposed there were concepts such as that. He nodded softly, tail once again swinging back and forth. Welcome to Vinátta then, Cassia. I'm Saul Stormbringer, Lilin's mate and co-leader. He offered, green eyes softening at the mention of his mate. He was intrigued with the female and stepped closer, his posture relaxed. So where did you meet Lilin? She has a habit of wandering all over the land without letting anyone know. He snorted, a shake of his head given in mock despair.
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