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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The one thing about spending his time in the shadows was finding other people with similar ideas of stealth, though rarely were they anything impressive. Some could keep their footsteps quiet and breathe softly, but it wasn't just about going unseen- they had to be part of their surroundings, and regardless of how feather-light their steps, if they brushed against a wall or caught on some outlying object, they were ruined. Sparrow had been surreptitious when he was younger, but after the incident, the background became his home, because where they occasionally wanted to go unseen, wanted to briefly blend in for a bit of subterfuge, Sparrow constantly sought invisibility. The stares of strangers always lingered too long on his burned skin, just as offending as an unsolicited touch, so while he'd been a bit conspicuous in his arrival here, it didn't take him long to disappear again, to become little more than a ghost.

Curiosity and embittered amusement drove the canine to trace the fox's movements through the territory, who had done well until he inevitably made a mistake and separated himself from his environment. The fox wriggled furiously beneath the net and fish, before falling motionless, as though a flopping pile of long-dead creatures was clandestine. "And so the thief catches himself," Sparrow commented quietly, accented voice slightly muffled by his mask. "Impressive." He placed a prosthetic paw on top of the pile, approximately where the fox's side was. "I could kill you, and no one would know you were here." He didn't know anything about this thief, but he was alone, and desperate enough to come this far. Or perhaps just too stubborn to stop. "Any reason I shouldn't?" No guarantee that it would change his mind. Sparrow just liked hearing the sorts of things people came up with to bargain for their lives.

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