c'est la vie mesdames et messieurs ~ joining

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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A howl was a familiar sound to the tiny wildcat.  Many of her family could shapeshift into dire wolves after all.  But she knew this howl didn't belong to anyone she knew.  Not family.  Nor was it Danny's puppy howl.  Maybe the lost boy's mother... But no.

The voice was distinctly masculine.  Awfully peppy too.  Eager.  Or impatient.  Her ears flicked.  Tail twitching behind her as the petite dealer approached.  Pale sea-green hues steadily bouncing towards the voice's origin.  "Aloha," she offered her soft voice in a response to the canine's search for residents.

"May I have your name and buisness with the Typhoon?"

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