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Dalgina tilted her head, looking at him with some suspicion. Most likely undeserved. She was just not one that relaxed easily around strangers. Most of the time it put her right on edge, actually. He was rather nice though, and had lent her some paint. Maybe he really had just been joking. It could have happened. Rabbits do taste better. Dalgina didn't eat birds. Or eggs, for that matter. Not since she'd learned that birds came from them. The thought of eating someone that could have been a friend unnerved her a great deal.
Smiling shyly Dalgina perked up. It was just a leaf. A rather unusual one, but nothing as complex as she thought was necessary in order to be considered truly good. She looked at the beautiful writing he'd painted onto the bag, tail wagging. I'm Dalgina. She almost went on to say her last name before pain flickered across her eyes. She wasn't really a member of that family anymore, was she? They were all scattered. Your writing is really pretty.
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