I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas
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Not too long after he had stumbled into the room, Haven wandered in and his enthusiasm filled the room with even more mirth. Salem went from returning his brother's lick to focusing on the table full of goods, only to have Naniko's head swing into his view and tear his attention away. His tail wagged easily under her gentle lick and he moved on from her then, only to have Jazper get in his way. A mixture of expression passed across his face, from frustration to being overwhelmed, but the thought marbles fell right out when he got a flick to the nose. He frowned immediately.



Though inwardly he may have known it was just out of jest or good will, he back-pedalled from the dark-haired werewolf, wrinkling his nose at the brief sting that was there. But it seemed that just as fast as that had happened… everything was being shuffled around again. Bodies moved and he got the space and room that he desired to get away. Slipping beneath the table, he gave a careful glance at its underside with a quivering nose. He could smell the food and his stomach twisted in uneasy knots, but he made no direct move to attempt to get it. Instead, he circled where he was to watch the others, and merely sat in the shadow under the table.
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