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Tunda cautiously peeks out of the little place he called home, for now, anyway, and quickly scurries out in search of something to eat. Every muscle was tensed and ready to flee at a moment's notice, always expecting danger to come after him. His ears twitch every which way, ever listening. He manages to make his way to where some berries grew, crouching near the bushes and grabbing as many berries as he could stuff in his mouth. His alertness drops a bit, as he focuses more on eating.

Tunda, still eating as much as he can, was unaware that there was another nearby, let alone that the other was slowly coming closer to him, and continued digging through the bushes in front of him for more food.

Hearing the voice, Tunda yelps and whirls around quickly, dropping to cower on the ground with his arms over his head so fast that he managed to hit himself with the broken chains hanging off the ends of the shackles on his wrists before his arms were fully over his head. He curls up into as small a ball as possible on the ground, shivering and whimpering, thinking he was in trouble.

Tunda cautiously peers out from under his hands at the other, eyeing the pale hand stretched out to him warily for a moment before very slowly uncurling and moving to where he was now crouched instead of curled up, every muscle in his body poised to flee if the other were lying to him. "P...promise..?" He says in a small sounding voice.

At the reassurance, Tunda seems to calm down the tiniest bit, not looking as fearful as he'd been before, but still obviously a little unsure and afraid. "T..Tunda. Tunda Storm is my name." He tilts his head the tiniest bit. "C..coward? Not a coward if you approach others you don't know anything about, I think..."

Tunda watches Azdoren for a moment, noticing the other hugging a loop of himself close. He was feeling a little vulnerable as well, now that he wasn't going to have to flee from the other. His ears twitch a little nervously, listening to sounds around them. He didn't know the area all that well, however, so wasn't sure where to go to feel more safe, aside from back the way he'd come, which really wasn't too safe, in his opinion. "N-not a threat." He rubs slightly at where the ends of the chain had hit him earlier. "N-not on purpose, anyway." He lightly shakes one arm, making the chain on the shackle jingle loudly.

Tunda glances down at the shackles on his wrists again, tail twitching just slightly. "They are... a gift of sorts from the one who made me the way I am. A w-way to show that I'll never t-truly be f-free or n-normal."

Tunda gives a small smile at that. "I m-might be running f-free, but I'm not f-free of f-fear that he might hunt me down and take me b-back again."