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At first, Ulric wasn’t sure what to think at Somnus’ proposition of moving the squirrels from Delumine to the islands. To be completely honest, he had never visited any of them despite his constant patrolling (not that he would ever admit to that now), but he supposed it was a good idea. On the off chance the squirrels were startled into their flaming states once more, to have it be on an island would be more controlled, and their own forests would hopefully have an opportunity to regrow with time. “I can go scout them out,” he offered, knowing he couldn’t do it quite as fast as some others due to his useless wing but up for it nonetheless, “Just in case.” It was here he turned his head to Sloane, ignoring the tickle of tiny feet scampering across his back as the squirrels descended from the burnt, broken branches of the trees around them. He was still at a loss of how to communicate or even react to them. “Maybe you’d like to assist me, Sloane?” |
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