Misunderstandings, and little furballs?

[Dawali Amara]

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Word Count: 394 Dawali shook his head as he listened to all the names that came pouring out of Tayui. The whole concept was strange to him, and this tale was so absurd to him, to have such a family system, that he was both amused and puzzled by it. Tayui soon said that people went missing all the time, and Dawali's attitude changed from amused to grave. It was no laughing matter to have one's family members disappear not even knowing whether they were alive or dead. The tribe had had its share of runaway young females or males, seeking love, honor or war, and for some any excuse was good enough. Some disappeared of different reasons, and where crime was the source it was hard to do anything about it if one couldn't track down those responsible. In lands such as these it would be increasingly had, with spread out families not loyal to one pack, but several. Secrecy was unavoidable in such situations. The almost-fresh mother frowned at his words, and suddenly there was a certain warmth in the palms of his hands making him want to rub them dry on his thighs. He didn't do this, however, but he did fidget absently with his belt-pouch as he for a moment tried to both read the female and decide what would be the proper response. He hoped she did not feel as if he was saying that her own parenting wasn't good enough - because he would never imply such a thing. He had never been stupid enough to deliberately offend someone, least of all someone female. Hesitating, Dawali spoke uncertainly, curling his eyebrows into a worried mask without knowing. Well it's just... I mean we don't hunt on four legs, at least not all of us.. But of course they could if they wanted to! But they should be given the opportunity to learn this, or at least I think so... Pausing, Dawali's yellow eyes looked at Tayui, nervous, before he continued, now relaxing the brows as he was soon done speaking. It's.. eh, it's tribe tradition and everything. His face burnt, but his red pelt saved him now as it had done always. Attempting to calm himself he tried to not let his anxiety be visible, but he had no idea if he succeeded. Why, oh why was he so nervous always?

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