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[PEPPINO]

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Many of the people who arrived here had made long journeys, or had some mental fatigue of some kind. Pip was quietly curious about the places some of them must have come from, those who didn't smell of other clans, or at least none of the clans in the area. Pip didn't think that the whole world was limited to the other groups he knew of, and sometimes he wanted to go exploring, find those places no one else here had ever gone. That was a way of helping people, wasn't it? A travelling medic of sorts, bringing medicine rather than waiting for them to come to him. There was so much he still needed to learn, though, and even though he did not speak so often with his family, he didn't want to leave them. Going off somewhere by himself seemed so lonely, and while he was willing to do it if it meant reaching more of those who needed help, it was still daunting. Pip felt selfish for it.

For now, though, he could help the people who came to The Typhoon, so he didn't hesitate to seek out the gates when the sound of the bell echoed. One of Owen's raptors was there -Pip hadn't learned any of their names and, truth be told, wasn't certain how to feel about them- but the sounds the creature made weren't understandable, at least not by Pip. He glanced from the raptor to the hound, much taller than he was, and then to the bird at the basket of mambas. "You don't want those!" Pip exclaimed, uncertain whether the avian would understand him, and his gaze went to the hound. "We- have a basket of black mambas. I hope your friend leaves them be." The canine straightened up, inhaling, and it seemed the stranger was blind, or had some level of vision impairment. "Are you here to stay? My name is Pip. If you have any injuries, I can tend to them."
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