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╰ ⊰ the initial questions keaton had went unanswered for the prince was otherwise occupied. a routine was being born; more books were being collected checked and compiled in his arms. when he could no longer carry what he uncovered in the mess he turned towards the shelves. it would take a considerable amount of time to replace them all in their original order. he supposed things could have been worse.

it was the rediscovery of the bat that spoiled his attempt to return to normalcy. the rush of wings narrowly missed his pointed ears and the hairs on his nape stood on end. he stood bolt upright, disheveled novels clutched tighter to his armored chest, bewildered eyes upon the chaos. 

there was nothing he could do to stop the wolf from pouncing. any protests he made would be too little too late and so he stood crestfallen amid a mess renewed. valiantly he withheld a sigh of a relief when the turbulent scene came to a close. he crossed the room to close the window before the flying prize could accidentally return to the fray. upon turn back to face the clutter he noticed keaton was contributing to it in a different (but not necessarily helpful) way. despite his exasperation kamui spoke calmly, unable to be angry when faced with genuine earnestness. ⊱ ╮

❝ I’D RATHER YOU DIDN’T.  Our taste in treasures is… different. It’d be better if you kept whatever you caught.  ❞

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❛ You humans have weird tastes in treasure. ❜ He commented, scratching the bottom tuft of fur that emerged from one of his large ears.  ❛ Nothing smelly, nothing broken, nothing dead... you’re missing out on all the great things in life. ❜

Watching Kamui methodically gather books, Keaton mimicked the action, picking up one heavy looking tome and sniffing it curiously. His lips pursed, this thing didn’t smell too bad. He could smell the horse hide that was used to make the glue that bound the pages together. He flipped the book on it’s side, the pages falling open with small slips of sound. The markings within were nothing like pawprints or the drag of claws upon a tree. 

❛ I guess I can see why you keep these though. I’ve seen the mages who use these things and even got zapped by them a few times... ❜ He tried to figure out who one might summon a tornado of fire or a torrent of thunder from this meager object, giving it a bit of a shake. His ears stood at attention, as if ready to jump should some sort of magical essence manifest. 

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" Uh--- no. I don't think licking it will help. "

❛ What are you talking about? Licking it is the only way it’s gonna heal properly. ❜  He insists, continuing to attempt to wrestle his way to Kamui’s hand and the open cut on his palm. 

❛ Stop wiggling around! ❜ He barks, brow knit.

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╰ ⊰ home, as he now knew it, had been crafted out of a mighty evergreen. he climbed spiraling stairs to reach it and often, when the windows carved out of the hollow trunk were left ajar, found visitors inside. spiders, birds and bats were commonplace; he’d learned to usher them out easily enough. what was unfortunate was that one such creature seemed to have caught the attention of a far more troublesome one.

the interior was in shambles, almost as if a tornado had ripped through it, and perhaps that wasn’t far from the truth. he watched the storm rear its monochrome head, spit additional debris and reason away responsibility. then as if to prove how far beyond his control the monster was keaton resumed his rummaging before his deadpan eyes.

he stooped to gather several visible books into his arms. the spines of some were scuffed but thankfully he’d yet to find any beyond repair. careful fingers doted on each over, perhaps attempting to smooth out any potential imperfections despite all impossibility. then he held them against his chest to soothe the tension brewing there. being frustrated wouldn’t help keaton understand his point of view after all.. ⊱ ╮

❝ I SEE… Be that as it may don’t you think you’ve been a bit excessive in your pursuit? You’ve made quite a mess of my belongings. ❞

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❛ Huh? ❜ He answered while pulling his head free of the blankets, hair effectively mussed. His face bore curiosity over all else. ❛ Do you really like it like it that way? Don’t you feel better when you can see and feel your things all around you? It’s easier to protect your treasures. ❜

Keaton shifted the heavy quilt on the floor, and as he did so the bat took to the air with several distressed squeaks. Immediately the wolfskin’s body tensed, launching up to grab the furry flying creature only to miss by inches. Several furious flaps carried it’s small body out the window and into the evening light. Defeat caused the male to slouch, ears loosing much of their previous attentiveness. 

❛ Damn. I almost had ‘im. ❜ Keaton sighed, slumping onto the floor with a groan.  ❛ Guess he wasn’t that big anyway... ❜

His eyes now watched Kamui, who was still gathering his things, fingers carefully dusting off this and that to return them to their previous place. The wolfskin gathered up the blankets and set them in a giant lump back upon the bed, figuring if he really wanted it that way then he would put it back.

❛ I’ll give you the next one I catch. ❜ He promised, thinking this an even trade.

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A bit of the debris scattered about the room seems to move— revealing it to be, in fact, the perpetrator of the crime. The human like mouth that disguised oddly sharp teeth gripped the end of a dirty cloth, torn and sporting a large stain. Long ears twist in the direction of the home’s owner, a bit of cotton caught in the fur of one of them.

❛ Kamui. ❜ He confirms around a mouthful his prey before dropping it, the cloth fluttering to the ground.  ❛ There’s a bat in here somewhere, but he’s good at hiding. I can still smell him, though. ❜

As if to affirm this he raised his nose to the air, whiffing around, oblivious to the state of chaos he has created. In Keaton’s opinion; the room was much better this way. He’d wanted to go nuts on it from the first moment he’d stepped inside. Much too organised, not enough smell.

He dips his head under the spill of sheets, tail straight in the air as he continued to hunt for the elusive creature. It would be a great addition to his collection, after all he’d had to mostly start over from what he had back with his pack.

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( hoi i’m a wulf doge and i am doing the tumblies.  give me all ur dead things )