"It's just sometimes one must be..."
Those words did little to calm Beranhond, or Tigrisclawu. As he looked at her smiling Beranhond couldn't see Nym the gregarious, rather, he saw a dark shadow fall over her face.
"Nym." He said, his voice firm. "your change in manner has left me doubting you and your intentions... such changes are ill becoming, and such secrecy is... oddly threatening. What has happened to you to make you doubt your friends so?" Tigrisclawu climbed across to his other shoulder and hissed again. In the back of his mind he heard the cries of innocents echo. "What happened to the friends in the box? What happened with your mother?"
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