DÉJÀ VU — moving in

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Her ears twitched, and she huffed, one paw reaching up and brushing at her head. The paw ran over her antlers, and she softly cursed them for revealing herself. Shaking her head, she lowered her paw. A low grumble came from her as Goldie slipped past her, moving to help him. It was a bit of distaste on her face, before her ears lowered a bit, wings relaxing at her sides. What was she so afraid for? This fear in her stomach, her chest. The Pitt wasn't even the same way, anymore. Not like this.

"After the shit that Leroy pulled, I wasn't staying there." Tones that she hadn't used in a few weeks revealed themselves, especially judging by the fact that Miller brought the scent of the Swamp with him wherever he stepped. And that, she remarked, was rather strange- judging by the fact that he had been living in a swamp as a cheetah. She snorted, in an amused fashion. "Been fine. Caring for some kids." Would she admit to the fact that she cared for them as her own? Not in front of Miller. One glanced shifted towards Goldie, and she winked a tiny bit, before looking back towards the center of conversation.

She fell silent as others approached. With a flattened ear, she looked on.

"SPEECH"

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