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Ninazu chuckled. Tripping over a muddy child? Hilarious. Though she could understand the mistake; the muddy fox smelled more like soil than an animal. Probably one reason why it’d survived without a family. She was too filthy to have a caretaker or parent, but that muck might’ve saved her from being eaten. Funny how life works.
“Finder’s keepers, so I suppose you’ll be the one carrying her back to the nursery.” It’d definitely be easier for the lion-raven to carry the kid back instead of her, serval that she is, but Ninazu cared less about the physical toil and more about not carrying anything that yucky. Even if she carried the kid in her satchel, she’d probably have to drown all her supplies in vodka.
“Finder’s keepers, so I suppose you’ll be the one carrying her back to the nursery.” It’d definitely be easier for the lion-raven to carry the kid back instead of her, serval that she is, but Ninazu cared less about the physical toil and more about not carrying anything that yucky. Even if she carried the kid in her satchel, she’d probably have to drown all her supplies in vodka.
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