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cakeBane moved away slightly from the younger male, blue eyes impassive as he was thanked. There was a slight nod, but not much more. It was rare for him to have such benevolent meetings with a complete stranger, but not necessarily welcome; anything was better than another enemy. He took the necklace, recognizing the trading system from experience; at home they had used coins, but for the most part, bartering was how one bought and sold their goods. He smiled faintly at Kansas’s words. "All I have is time,” he replied idly. "But thank you.” He glanced down at the necklace as he said this, then nodded again to the Crimson Dreams wolf before allowing himself to return to his exploration.
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