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A feminine voice  chimed up and Jor looked down to see Kold, throwing a cloth towards him. He could have caught it, but he let it fall to the ground with a dull thud. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass. WoN't know what to do with it anyways." He wrinkled his nose, side-stepping the cloth and wincing as his leg muscle protested. He accepted her congratulations with a slight lift of his shoulder, then chuckled, dropping the bones at his paws and lying  down with a huff. "Well then, feel free to sear the wounds. As long as Aine's fine with it." He rolled his eyes after catching a light flicker on her pelt as she lowered her head to him.
Imagine dying by having your head bitten off by a jaguar. What a fun way to go. He cast a mischievous grin to Dante's direction, wishing the other could read minds.

#psychosocial.