Denver stared down at the pale blonde collapsed before him, watching her regain consciousness. Thank god, he thought, not wanting to be around for any deaths today. The girl muttered some foreign words, and he found himself hoping it wasn't a curse. But then, her eyes came open and suddenly she seemed angry.
The Confidant backed up a pace as she spoke, staring incredulously into her face. Then his icy blues met her own bright green eyes, and he understood. If she hadn't said it, though, he never would have known. You're Maggie's... sister? he asked, amazed and staring at her slack-jawed. She has a sister... Of course she did; didn't most canines? But he had only known her in Salsola, and here they were her brothers and sisters. Here, he said, offering his hand to help her up. Like I said, Sirius'll get 'er back. The whole thing was just a mess. Denver sighed, running anxious fingers through his messy hair. We weren't even supposed t'get noticed at all, he added, shaking his head and turning back to brood at the llamas again.
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