DOESN'T MATTER IF WE CHANGE / open

like snare, goldie had also been drawn by the sight of feathers. she wondered why somebody was losing so many feathers all at once. she tried to think about the things she had read about harpy eagles so she knew how to take care of lynn, and she could vaguely recall something called molting. is this what that looked like? the young girl approached curiously, lynn hopping close behind her.

she peered towards temulin a bit of a distance away, her tired green eyes watching as the female tried to clean out her belongings. she was about to ask if the female needed any help when the wolf pup began to speak. she turned her gaze to the male, twitching her ears. she tilted her head, unsure if the male would grow wings or not. probably not? maybe.

"ya might grow some wings," she'd answer, voice unsure. she didn't want to give him false hopes that he was free. argus had wings after all. she was pretty sure she personally was safe, though. "but, you probably won't needa' worry about that for a while." she tried to reassure before turning back to temulin. "can i help ya out at all with that?"

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✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING

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cap had been there the first morning temulin had woken up with her new transformation. he had originally believed she was an intruder, robbing the girl of her things until she spoke up and explained it was her. it didn't make much sense to the tom still, but he knew there were some odd things that happened to everyone now and then. like pincher with his sporadic body shifts, and vandal with her mutations. even moments without powers like the fact roxanne has a huge crocodile as her best friend.

he had yet to actually check up on her since then, though. not that it should be on a young beta's mind to annually look after someone that they barely knew, but the interaction stuck out to him. he had never encountered something like that. the calico tom had been on his way off around the jungle, keeping close to the tree houses he knew. vandals. roxannes. home. he came across the familiar path that had led him to temulin before, and decided to pay her a visit. this time without barging in through the window. though it appeared she already had some company.

"are you guys having a pillow fight?" he picked up on of the gold-tipped feathers and playfully stick it in goldie's ear.

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✯ — male. the typhoon. easy. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

upon cap's arrival, the girl would shift her attention, distracted by the boy. at his question, her eyes would light up slightly. "tha' sounds like fun!" she'd say, sort of excitedly, giggling as he stuck the feather in her ear. she'd aim to bat him gently with a few feathers in her paw before glancing back to temulin and remembering what they were doing. she blinked and sighed silently, allowing herself to be a little more serious again.

"but, uh, nah, i think she's tryna' clean up a little, but there's feathers everywhere or somethin'." goldie tried to explain sort of quickly. turning her attention back to the other female to see if she would accept her offer of help.

the girl offered a small, sympathetic smile towards snare at his displeasure to finding out he might grow wings. she knew there was shapeshifting and other things that might lead to him growing feathers at some point, too. heck, who knew, maybe she'd grow wings. probably not. she turned her attention back to temulin as she spoke, ears perked upward.

well, she did have plenty of things to do, but she wasn't against setting them aside temporarily. "well, if ya say so, but it's no trouble if you want some help!" she replied, deciding not to push her. she personally preferred not to get help from others with her own things, so she could understand wanting to do it alone. but, she still wouldn't mind helping.

goldie would nod to her next set of words. "are they, uh...molting? is that what it's called?"