These hooves tread softly

[Claudius Aston]

Pretty! c:

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[/html] Claudius gave Vigilante a quick, jerking nod once the doggish male had arrived. He meant for it to be more graceful and accommodating, but he couldn't help how his body refused to obey his commands. Vigilante's tone seemed curious and kind, but Claudius couldn't help but wonder if the other thought him to be incompetent. Nervously, he glanced from the woman back to the King and explained.

"Sh-e-e-e is fro-om... the... Great... T-t-tribe... from where thi-is tri-ibe origina-a-ated...." he began. He took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists, trying to focus on Vigilante so that he could explain without stuttering. "She-e-e ca-a-me fo-or Maska. She-e is a messen...ger... sh-e-e reports... to-o the le-e-eader of... the Gre-eat Tribe... I thought... you should... be here... since it's about... Ma-aska..." he explained. He wanted to suggest they bring her to Maska's cell so she could see first hand what the horrible brute had done, but he wasn't so sure if he wanted to propose this publicly. He just wanted to know what Vigilante thought of the whole mess. [html]

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