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"It's really strange..." The Shepard repeated, sitting back and down on his hunches. Perhaps if they didn't progress forward they Whool would settle down and approach them, if they just waited.

The Tahtill's ear flicked over to Cain as he spoke on the sad state of being alone.

"But I am not truly ever alone. " the male Answered turning his head to Cain a smile rested on his maw.

"The weaver is always nearby, and I have my Whool." The b'alam stated peacefully, only letting a small smile corner at his lips.

"Thank you, but I like it here and so do the Whool." The Shepard answered with a nod. His ear swiveled toward Cain once more as he heard the sound of his claws on the rock.

"But you are welcome to visit or even stay here of you like." The male b'alam answered politely as he looked to his new friend.

As Cain raised his tone, the other's attention was fully taken by him. Brown ears flicked back and lowered on the crown of his head. Cain's personality seemed to escalate and raise in threat...

Abel's brow forward.

"Yes." The Shepard narrowed his eyes on the other. "The Grand weaver is all around us, you need only open your eyes to the glory that is around us." Abel rose to his paws as he faced Cain. "You need only to feel the weaver given breeze on your fur." The Tahtil stated with full conviction.

"He leaves me no where, I choose to make my place here." He went on to defend his choice.

"And just because I can't understand them it doesn't mean they don't speak to me. I have met silent b'alam and have understood them just as clearly." He added, letting his ears perk forward.

"For you to claim to know the why the weaver's works, is both ignorant and prideful Cain." Abel spoke out, raising a paw he let it fall on the earth.

"Yes-you met another. You're alive, and not alone, how can you claim the maker cruel!?" He added not being able to tolerate such a thing, just because they didn't know what was going on or why they where, it wasn't fair to claim that it was intent on cruelty. Their perception as b'alam was limited, at best. No own could know the true works of the weaver and design for the land.

"I am appreciated, my conscious is clear as I lay down and close my eyes; I know I am truly never alone." Abel continued to make a stand, to Cain's retort.