[They are not good at keeping away from one another.]
[Carefully, Darkleer first begins to work on the hair from his tail, untangling it all from the bushes with a cleverness and dexterity that hints at all those hours spent tinkering and creating. When he has done what could be done, he moves onto Reynard himself.]
[A pause. This will hurt...]
[But even knowing the thorns will tear at him, he reaches in, not caring when they poke at his white flesh and draw out drops of royal blue. All he focuses on is untangling soft paws and fur from the bushes. After a while of working on this, he is finally triumphant, and pulls the fox out from the bushes. His arms have rivets of blood dripping slowly down them, but, well, he knew it would happen.]
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[They are not good at keeping away from one another.]
[Carefully, Darkleer first begins to work on the hair from his tail, untangling it all from the bushes with a cleverness and dexterity that hints at all those hours spent tinkering and creating. When he has done what could be done, he moves onto Reynard himself.]
[A pause. This will hurt...]
[But even knowing the thorns will tear at him, he reaches in, not caring when they poke at his white flesh and draw out drops of royal blue. All he focuses on is untangling soft paws and fur from the bushes. After a while of working on this, he is finally triumphant, and pulls the fox out from the bushes. His arms have rivets of blood dripping slowly down them, but, well, he knew it would happen.]
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