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He didn't trust that damned blonde stag -- Slide had been grumping about it for days since Longstride had appeared out of nowhere to bless Meets-the-Sea. How had he known? He'd said he could smell it, and to all appearances he had, but it still rankled -- like a burr under his hide or a small sharp rock in his hoof. Slide shook his head, tossing dark hair out of his eyes, and stood with his head craned, peering into the damp dark of the swamp in search of another Legendary. Not all of them were roving, apparently, and though the Swamp chose them as Her avatars, they weren't very easy to find.

He sighed at the mongoose draped across his shoulders, as damp as a fur pelt -- almost boneless in the humidity. The fennec had stalled and returned home once getting to the border of the swamp proper; Slide supposed that Dune didn't like this much damp. He couldn't say he did, either.

"Where is the legendary?" He voiced the question to no one in particular; perhaps he voiced it to the mongoose. "There is surely more than one."

This startled Slide, and the buck drew himself up, looking surprised: the mongoose draped across his back came to life in an instant, hissing and puffing its dark-brown tail up to twice its size. But no matter how puffed-up Pillar got, he was still a mongoose .. and he wasn't moving off of Slide's smooth back, either. The thought made the buck smile, though the expression was thin. "I am." And then, slowly, "I mean you no harm. Has something been chasing you?"

Awkward Slide might be, but he was perceptive -- a thing brought on by his time spent with Meets-the-Sea. He tried his hardest to refrain from staring at the Legendary .. so unlike the other legendary he'd met that it was almost laughable.

"My mate is with child," Slide begins, in his careful way, and then shrugs as the mongoose interjects, chattering. "I wanted to procure another blessing." Something about the way he says 'another' means he'd gotten one already, but didn't -- like it. "Beyond the one the stag gave us." The wolfish stag with his jaunty smile and the far-too-familiar way of speaking. It rankled, still.

He looks Peeper up and down: not in an unfriendly way, but -- remotely. Removed, because his [removed](what of it can be read beneath those hotly glowing eyes) is hard to read.