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the stoic, dark-furred tom shakes the dried, dead autumn leaves from his pelt as you inquire about his bright little apprentice. โ and why do you ask? โ he grumbles under his breath, shooting you a glowering expression. โ she's a good student, and a fast learner. if you're here to say otherwise, you're in the wrong place. โ he whips away from the stranger, adjusting his messy cheek fur, and heads off into the camp's quiet clearing.