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Rani
When Riversong heard their name, they looked up in surprise. Mudhound, a Hornet, was addressing them by name, asking if they were okay. “Don’t worry about me! I’m fine. Sorry for causing you worry.” They tried to sound steady and mix in just the right amount of cheerfulness to make it seem like they were okay without being a bloodthirsty cat. When Mudhound turned around, Riversong cast another glance at the warrior.
If I vouch for peace, will it be his claws in my pelt? Will it be him who calls me out for treason and sentences me to death? Riversong shook out her pelt and began to walk towards the woods, hoping to get a peaceful walk in.
(Feel free to intercept them or something if you would like to talk)