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Goodnight huffed to get rid of some fir needles fallen on her snout. Ryneia looked at the watch: six past midday, just about to get dark. They had been inside the Trebok forest for ten hours. The giant tokota walking before them still acted distant and withdrawn, but not as badly disposed as he was when they met that same morning in the TCA office. The brick-colored dire and her handler showed up at the Narnvak office to apply for their last Rite, and were assigned with another pair of newcomers from the old continent. Tooharan was a tawny tokota as large as Goodnight, albeit with a slender constitution since he was not a dire, and the first thing he did upon meeting them was grunting and facing away uninterestedly. His rider, Eirlys, was diametrically opposite: small and friendly, she greeted Ryneia with a fist bump and allowed Goodnight to sniff her to get acquainted. However, after almost a day traveling together, Tooharan was not an unpleasant company, really . He just walked ahead

“Come on, she’s not even that unruly, she won’t cause any trouble in the competition…” “I have said no. Look at her, she cannot even stay still as we speak. She’s not ready.” After saying that in a cutting tone, the man closed the folder and abandoned the window. Hesley huffed frustratedly and turned around to leave the office. Brahma went after him, her tail proudly up. “You could at least pretend to be sorry, you know?” Hesley commented scathingly. He left the building and walked through the courtyard of the Tokotna Research Center, until he found a stone bench and sat, contemplating the place. Brahma was right after him, but at some point she abandoned the track and was now sniffing the garden beds, shoving her head between the plants with no regard for their fragility. Halsey saw no point in reprimanding her. “Tough day?” a friendly voice asked at his left. A girl of silver hair smiled at him and sat by his side on the bench. “You wouldn’t imagine.” Hesley replied, scratching his

An alpaca watched him from the other side of the street, maybe curiously, but the expression of its herbivore face was indiscernible for Tooharan. He stuck out his tongue at it in disdain, and then looked away. He heard a tingling sound and the office door opened. Eirlys came out from inside, storing some papers in her bag. Tooharan fought down the instinct of wagging his tail to her, because he was quite upset. He didn't want to go to the city, but Eirlys insisted. Tooharan was having one of those days, and the last thing he wanted to do was being among such bustle and interacting with strangers. That's why he avoided going inside the office, awaiting his friend outside instead. But turns out he had to wait almost half an hour! During which he lost patience little by little. -There, I'm done, Tob -Eirlys smiled as an apology once she stood by his side- Sorry for making you wait. Tooharan just glared at her from the corner of the eye and turned around to start walking. Eirlys followed

[Warning: strong language; a lot of cursing for a little bunny!] Leehan’s ears (upper wings?) flickered at the sound of a bird jumping in the branches nearby. Sunlight filtered through the blanket of tree leaves, splashing the grounds of the forest with yellow spots. The temperature was cool, but it’d warm up as the day advanced, for sure. A beautiful morning, per definition. Leehan was in a mood, though. His stash of carrots had ended a couple of days ago and he was forced to go outside to get some food. And he was more of the kind to stay in bed until late morning, but no, his stomach rumbled in an uncomfortable way. The butterfly on his face fluttered slightly at the cold. “She” wanted something sweet, she wanted to lick flowers, the morning was beautiful, she was telling Leehan. Leehan completely disregarded her, and primped his whiskers (or at least, the colorful wing area that had replaced his whiskers) with his left paw. Well, fuck, the butterfly said. Well, fuck YOU, Leehan

Deus ex machina, take me home To the tribe I belong East Taniyas, mountain momma... Take me home, Toko roads Orrin’s mind struggled to connect the words, but, Einar-(thatquarrelsomebrutewhoWouldPickontheSmallestcluetofighthim)- he… had …saved… him?? It took the whitish akota a couple of minutes to overcome the shock, while the water dripped from his ears and fur. Finally he was able to breath without difficulty again, and then he stood up, still a little dizzy. -Better? -Njal asked, as he furtively stood by Orrin’s side, in case he lost balance again. -Yeh -Orrin shook off, and the bulk of the water was thrown off his pelt. Einar was still observing him with an expression difficult to decipher. It contained anger, obviously. But also interest and a trace of fun. Orrin suddenly felt awkward. -Something amuses you? -he grumbled. The confusion of the rescue hadn’t left him shocked, but rather jittery. What was happening to him? Einar showed him his big fangs on a side smile, and