[The more he thinks about it, the more he finds that Chiron seems to know his sense of self just as well as he does. Siegfried huffs a little in amusement, looking to the elder beside him.]
He's a friend. [The elder seems satisfied with that answer, and this time, it stretches before turning in a circle and lying down, firmly placing its head on his leg. Siegfried balks just a little, but the foxweald doesn't seem to move, content where it is.
Meanwhile, his dog is barking at the other foxwealds to come play, so Chiron might have a bunch of bright and wide-eyed critters joining him soon enough.
The fact that Chiron's now a centaur doesn't go amiss, and a brow raises as he watches the pack welcome this newcomer.] I take it that's something new. [Having four legs instead of two, but he hasn't known Chiron long enough back home to know for sure- and according to Mordred, he won't live through the War, anyway.]
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He's a friend. [The elder seems satisfied with that answer, and this time, it stretches before turning in a circle and lying down, firmly placing its head on his leg. Siegfried balks just a little, but the foxweald doesn't seem to move, content where it is.
Meanwhile, his dog is barking at the other foxwealds to come play, so Chiron might have a bunch of bright and wide-eyed critters joining him soon enough.
The fact that Chiron's now a centaur doesn't go amiss, and a brow raises as he watches the pack welcome this newcomer.] I take it that's something new. [Having four legs instead of two, but he hasn't known Chiron long enough back home to know for sure- and according to Mordred, he won't live through the War, anyway.]