[ The hunter looks from Peter to Yan, that confusion still in place. ]
Why in the hells are you talking to—
[ Yan interrupts the hunter with an affirmative chirrup for Peter, pushing herself back up onto three paws. Her ankle is at an awkward angle now, more so than before, and blood stains her white fur over her eye, but she's moving, hopping a few feet forward to station herself behind Peter's legs.
The hunter stares in open shock at Yan, then looks up to Peter. ]
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Why in the hells are you talking to—
[ Yan interrupts the hunter with an affirmative chirrup for Peter, pushing herself back up onto three paws. Her ankle is at an awkward angle now, more so than before, and blood stains her white fur over her eye, but she's moving, hopping a few feet forward to station herself behind Peter's legs.
The hunter stares in open shock at Yan, then looks up to Peter. ]
Do you— d'you even know what that thing is?