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Morana:: *watches Aveshar suspiciously* I suppose you are slightly correct. *growls grumpily* Perhaps some hunting will get my mind off of the issues life has decided to toss my way. *her spaded tail lashes irritably at the thoughts, before she clears her throat softly* Have you ever lost a mate, male?
Aveshar: *snorts* Only slightly? I'll accept it for now, if I must. *twitches his tail, ear flicking at her displeased sounds* Hunting solves a great many issues, depending on the quarry, I have found. *shifts slightly on his hooves, attention straying a moment to the others in the distance, before snapping back to Morana* Lost a-... *he coughed, considering how to answer* Ah. The closest thing I had to a mate in this land, the mare that bore my foals, ran afoul of the cursed-shaman that walks now and again... He blessed her in the manner of his kind, a curse as most of us know it... She is now a Skinwalker, a great hunting cat, and her mind is lost in the madness of that kin. While raising our foals, I had to fend her off many times. Though she lives and walks and hunts, she is lost to me. Is this the sort you mean?
Oh you great big silky brute of a predator, there are times I love you... @_@