FIXER — introduction

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KIIRA
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE

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Kiira, still very much a child herself, was unfortunately not great with other kids, younger ones especially.  They tended to be highly energetic and... A little overwhelming from the anxious vixen.  So in general, she avoided them.  Kiira very nearly burst into a run when she heard a child's nearby voice, asking if anyone wanted to paint.

Would that be rude? Probably.  Kiira imagined fleeing at the first sign of possible interaction would not make her seem very brave.  Or nice.  Of course, the scrawny canine did not really care to be 'brave'; it was probably plain as daylight that the child lacked a single brave bone in her body.

With her paws phasing in and out of corporeal existence, the rookie slowly, very slowly crept forward, her mix-matched eyes resting curiously on the paints, rather than her fellow Tanglers.  Kiira was not sure, but she felt like she'd done this before; painting.  A brief image of stars flashed in her mind's eye, arranged super carefully into specific patterns. Constellations?

"C-can... I-I?"

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