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... nut and crunched it with obvious satisfaction. When Klaytei didn’t immediately chase it away - or swing that deadly cleaver, it relaxed further and began grooming its whiskers clean from the slivers left behind.
Something about its casual attitude made her smile, so she set the cleaver aside and cautiously extended her hand. The fox sniffed her fingers briefly before tilting forward and allowing a gentle pat to its head. It wasn’t the same kind of weirdly gentle strokes as the much-too-s ...
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