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Mz. Hyde
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Erlas nods and then turns and walks in the direction that the others had went. Brannor watched as Nym scurried after the Whone on all fours as if she was in her animal form. He watched with a curious look on his face as if he was asking, why did she just do that. The Whone looks over at her and makes it yipping noise at her. It was telling her his name and his name was Palefur. Brannor looks at Nym, "Since it seems that you can speak to it, could you ask it why it's not with it's pack?" He asks as he grabs a hold of the reigns of his horse. Malivore was wondering the same thing as well. "In deed I am wondering the same thing. It should be with it's pack." He says to both Brannor and Nym. Erlas grabs the reigns of his horse, but says nothing. Only watches the interaction between young Nym and the Whone. The Whone looks over at Erlas and wags it's tale just a like a dog would do. He understood what Brannor and Malivore were saying to a point and looks at the little werefox. He makes a whining noise. And tells her that he doesn't have a pack, that they had casted him out because of his white fur. That his pack had said that he was a weak link. And then it whines again. "Why is it whining Nym? What's wrong?" Brannor asks the young werefox.