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Unlike Histoka, Pierce had always been very careful about following the rules. Of course, there were times where they couldn't be obeyed, but most of the time, they were there for a reason. There to keep you, or someone else, safe. The only time Pierce could remember actually breaking any rules was when he'd gone out of his way to find Riddlersgame when he was in another clan (though, what rules had he really been breaking? He couldn't recall any that said he couldn't go to enemy clans, he was just advised not to. And then, of course, there had been another incident, but he had no recollection of that. The point was, though, unless you absolutely had to, Pierce didn't see what the point in disobeying any rules were. Go somewhere that didn't have any if you wanted to ignore them so badly, he thought. The serval had been wandering the territory, red scarf wrapped tight around his throat, when he spotted Histoka's unfamiliar form, a bright smile immediately finding its way to his maw. Despite the strangeness of this place, greeting newcomers was something he had always been good at, and something he was very familiar with. Quick to approach the vulpine, Pierce offered him a friendly wave as he came to stand before him. [color=#F5CA72]"Hey there!" he greeted warmly, his tail wagging slightly behind him. "I'm Pierce Parker, and you're in Snowbound-
what can I do for you, my friend?"
"speech"