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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron loved seeing his daughter so excited, too many times had he seen herenraged and on the verge of battle induced insanity. As much as he was glad that his blood ran strong in her vains, there were something he wished that somethings didn't pass on to her.

The cabin itself felt a bit small to the large neco. Nearly beeing seven feet tall had that effect on places, though he had an easy fix for that. He plopped himself onto all fours and wandered the cabin as if looking for something.

Owsla, on the other hand, bounced around the cabin like she had years ago. Looking for all the new things and old that she remembered. She laughted like she was a child again before pounching on ace's back like she had done years ago. "Still need to fix your window!" She mewed before hopping off and planting herself onto the couch she had claimed once before.

Oreron had curled himself up In front of the couch, looking like an oversized caninerather than a neco male. His form gently moved up and down as he lay curled upin the floor. Even savage generals need to sleep at some point.