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"If they're trespassing, does that mean we get to fight them?" It was almost as if trespassers and hostile people were a magnet for the cub, sporting a usual grin as she made her way over, as if this was a friendly person come to join, not quite minding the size of the hellhound. "You're fur's so pretty as well! But it might be prettier with blood on it. How do you keep it so clean?" The second sentence was a bit odd for a child to say, but hopefully, nobody noticed, as Thea mentally slapped herself. Be more normal. But still, Thea couldn't hide the spark of excitement in her eyes.