I gently scratch behind Artsym's ear as she huddles in my jacket pocket, trying to calm her down. My poor baby… I'll give her some sunflower seeds as a treat once we're done here! I flash you a sheepish smile. Sorry, bud! Artsym gets a bit nervous around new people. I let out a low whistle, calling Retamli to my side. He appears from the shadows, half-curled yet standing at my feet, six legs folding in a predator's rest, barbed tentacles swaying in slow, watchful arcs. This is Retamli.
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