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Like Mark, Ksitigarbha also tended to be mistaken for food. Well, sometimes - all the shiny accessories tended to alert any would be predators that he is, in fact, capable of telling the damn thing to buzz off while being digested. Of course, not everyone cares that he's a sentient, (mostly) intelligent creature. A meal is a meal, after all, whether it's done up in a cape and fake gold rings or not. If anything, all that bling is just there for extra crunch.

In a sense, it's very comforting to see someone here that's just like him. He's happy that now he won't be the only one here that's a step away from becoming someone's hot meal. He won't let himself become anyone's snack, nor will he let this... feathery rat thing, so in that very moment Ksitigarbha decides he will protect this strange, tasty-looking creature from the jaws of any cat or dog, or whatever other beasts may lurk around the mysterious land of Snowbound. They may have granted him shelter here, but God only knows what they actually have in store for him or this feathery thing. Ksitigarbha bounds forward and valiantly declares, "You! I protect you with life!" He feels as if he might not be understood with his broken way of communicating, but perhaps if he sits back on his haunches, waves his sword around, and squeaks about it, the feathery guy will get what he means.