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==> You didn’t know what to expect, when you heard such unusual and violent sounds in your section of the forest today. But this-
-was certainly not it.
==> It looked as though they were but two lusus having an argument. Which is unfortunate but happens… However, in this particular case, the little guardian was at an obvious disadvantage. Frowning worriedly, you step forward, raising your voice to be low, but still enough to be heard.
Hey now, companions of these woods, what is this you’ve gotten into? Come now large fellow, take it back nice and easy. In a world this large, surely you do not need to fight?
==> On your shoulder, your lusus puffs up and gives a chirrup of distaste at the two other beasts.
> The bison merely flicks an ear toward the newcomer, barely pausing in a moment.
> It’s enough of a distraction for you to get in one good hit, though.
> You leave several ragged, deep (well, as deep as can be inflicted by the claws of a ten pound canid, anyway) cuts across his nose. With a bellow, he reels, taking several steps backwards and rubbing at his nose with a leg.
> You’ve probably only pissed him off worse with that, but you got yourself some breathing room.
> You come partway out of the roots, leaning out just enough to sign frantically at the newcomer - you know the odds of him speaking sign language are slim, but it’s really your only way of telling him to get out of there.
> You really hope that the kid understands what you mean, or some other such miracle, but for now you’re not sure how this could end well…
> Well, okay, so that’s not quite what’s happening, but with how much noise you two are making in the middle of the afternoon, anyone within earshot probably thinks that’s what’s going on.
> You’ve managed to stay in the tree so far, even though he’s rammed it more times than you care to count. Still, your grip is slipping, and it’s only a matter of time.
> And he knows it, too. He bellows and screams at you to come down and fight. Even if you had a voice, you wouldn’t answer - you’re waiting for just the right moment…
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