[ Bariyan, oblivious to Ico's strange reaction, drew in and dropped to a crouch to examine the animal. No. No, indeed, this was not a dog. ]
A fox, actually! [ Carefully, Bariyan placed his own kill back down in the snow; it was already dressed and cooled, and he wasn't terribly worried about it spoiling. Not in this weather. ] You could make a nice fur out of this thing. And dinner, I suppose.
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A fox, actually! [ Carefully, Bariyan placed his own kill back down in the snow; it was already dressed and cooled, and he wasn't terribly worried about it spoiling. Not in this weather. ] You could make a nice fur out of this thing. And dinner, I suppose.