PATHOLOGICAL LIAR — DISCUSSION

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FREYA SANTOS

Upon ariving, Freya immediately slipped her lithe body through the other crewmembers and slunk toward Pincher. She steadied herself briefly, her bushed tail snapping to and fro before she pushed off the ground with her hind legs, propelling herself upward to scramble onto his back. The mongoose balanced her weight out evenly between her limbs and settled herself on the jaguar's shoulders, perched atop his shoulder blades as she leaned forward against his head. "Think it'd be useful to 'ave an ally, boss man. 'specially if they're warbound like ya say these cats are. They could offer more trade routes and more baggage against the other ankle-biters." She spoke from her perch on his back, slitted pupils staring down at him before gazing toward the others. "Should find out what it is they're lookin' for though, yeah? And what exactly they can offer."

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