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Kiyelt brushed himself off and shook his body, dust flew and he snorted some out of his nose. Thinking that that particular creature was a lost cause he climbed up the nearest tree and tried his best to imitate a shifter. He had been lucky not to have been mauled by that radaku, the next one might not be so forgiving of his trespass
Floating through the trees with the occasional stubbed toe he headed toward Ast as he needed some direction least he get lost, he idly wondered if he would come across any Obans, he had seen one or two around the camp in Tale, they were rather brave to show their face in the core of tendaji’s military strength. It was almost as bad as hunting radaku by one’s self. He snorted at himself and his wit. He would see how funny it was if he got chewed on next time he found one.
He heard a twig snap and he paused to look down. There was a pink radaku down below, a female he thought staring at him. “Who is hunting who my lady?” He inquired. He was lucky to have found her...or had she found him? He thumped onto the ground but he had misjudged his height and he stumbled. She pounced while he was down and bit his leg. He swatted her off with the but of his whip and waved the supple leather in her face until it connected. He felt kind of bad but this would not be a good pet despite her mellow color. He scrambled back up the tree.
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