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Having intended to trick his brother right back, Emwe became deadly offended when Conor acted as if his words were not pure truth. Of course, he had intended to lie; a tiny little lie, but when Conor looked like he had to think about it first...! How rude! Indignant now, the young male discarded his original plan and gave in, but still he refused to put his bruised pride on display. Instead he acted as if nothing at all had happened, getting up and acting normally. Conor seemed normal enough now, too. Emwe's tail started wagging almost as soon as he got up, and he quickly forgot how indignant he was (which hadn't really been that much anyway). Smiling sheepishly at the little title he had been given (he liked it, really), he smiled and nodded decisively in response to his brother's words. Puffing out his chest, he moved in sharp motions, suddenly pointing his nose to the north, moving it as if it was an arrow. He looked very serious in his face now, but one corner of his mouth was turned upwards; Emwe was unable to hide his pretense. Speaking with a fake and much more deep and mature voice than his real one, his gaze flew from his brother's face to the direction in which his face was pointing, trying to make it look fierce. As he delivered the sentence he swung his neck as if to say "this way!"; and quite arrogantly, too. "To the caverns of the north!" His pretense ego was more eloquent than himself.