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The decurion didn't really have a problem with nature, but unlike Clony, that was because he had been born into nature. As a loner, he and his parents had lived out in the wilds where no one could bother them, and 2D had become overwhelmingly used to the rustling of the leaves and the feel of dirt beneath his feet. Thinks had changed marginally when blood filled his gaze, but for the most part his familiarity with the land had helped him cope – even if eventually his familiarity had been snatched away when he went traveling with Murdoc. It had been a bit of an adjustment period, getting used to the feeling of mountain stone and snow beneath his paws, rather than warm and wet dirt, but he could still feel the wind in his fur, and take in all the sights, albeit blurry and slightly tinted. Even with all of the changes that had happened in his life as of recently, he still felt at home because he was surrounded by nature and life. Even when he was feeling at his lowest – which he hadn't in a while – he could just go for a walk on the beach, or go tumbling through the snow.

2D hadn't been feeling particularly crappy that day, but he still found himself out for a walk, humming idly as his paws hit rocky ground. However, his peace was interrupted by the desperate sounds of a familiar voice, causing the serval to perk up. Clony? Unstuck? Frowning in worry, the singer sped up his pace, moving over to where the call had come from. He ended up pausing when Clony finally came into view, its current predicament absolutely astounding him. What had it... done? He wasn't even sure what it had bound itself up in, if he was being honest. Not knowing what he was dealing with made him hesitant to approach, but it wasn't as if he could just leave Clony like that. So, moving over slowly, the lanky male stretched out a paw, awkwardly clawing at one of the strands as he muttered, "Clony...? What'd y'do t'get y'rself in fis mess? Where'd y'even find fese...?" He didn't want to proceed without knowing what he was dealing with a rip chunks out of the bat creature's fur. However, he also didn't want to leave Clony like this for long. Perhaps Murdoc would know better what to do...?

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