Beranhond was quite amused as Nym struck a pose. A brief light shimmered and a bird flew out straight at his face. He ducked, as much as is possible given the small space, and watched it flutter further down the hall. His amusement disapeared when Nym mentioned that it was his only bird.
"Well... it will be tricky to get it back."
Darvin rolled his eyes. Tigrisclawu jumped into his arms and whispered. "Did he just call me meowface?"
"Yes... yes he did."
"He smells odd."
"What?"
"Girly... somehow."
"How many girls have you been around?"
"Plenty..." He paused. "Well, Narath."
"Whats Narath smell like?" Beranhond just remembered it being divine... literally.
"Oh... I bet you know." Tigrisclawu said, staring into his eyes. Beranhond blushed profusely.
This Nym person was odd, well, so was Darvin... and Beranhond was not exactly normal either. But, there is something else going. Oh well.
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