unperfect day to pretend being nice
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Attila considered what the Dawali's female clone sayed, wondering the other possibilities of the nestling of that dangerous fall. A chill raced through his spine, nearly to the point of raising goose-bumps in his light cream back pelt. Yes, that was very weird for him, thinking about what could happen with someone that he harmed. No, it was completely not him. "Jeez...!", he thought, afraid of himself.

The woman's next -long- speech broke his line of thoughts, of why he was behaving like that. he then realized she was listing the material needed to fix the bird's wing. He made up the list in his mind, and looked around. He placed the head low, sniffing -not sure why, but it helped him to concentrate. He did that technique to whatever he was looking for, either for his coward brother, Claudius, either for his red bandanna he used in the head to keep the tuff of fur out of his eyes. His grayish blue eyes found part of the material: a small amount of rounded branches. They looked like they worked on to look more straight and smooth. He grabbed one in his mouth, now restarting to concentrate in the last one: the string or rope.

After some minutes of searching, he couldn't find a string or rope. It was odd; he always thought to find such things in a barn. But, he did found some fabric. He ripped a strip of it, and brought it to the femme, landing the material requested in her front. He looked to the baby owl, Musing about why in the heck they couldn't find a rope or string there. "That's odd, you know, not having a rope or something like that here. I thought Dawali would supply those kinds of things here...", he thought out loud, not caring about the wolfess' opinion. That was much more like him, not caring about others' thought about him or his behavior. At least, he helped her with the material; he was more likely to let her look for it herself, without caring if she needed help. It didn't mind that, he only felt personally responsible for the small avian.


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